Coachella 2006- Part II: Where are we right now??
The Sahara stage the night before the Day 1 of the festival. Twenty-four hours from now this tent will be packed full of candy flippin' Coachellites. Paramedics informed us there were a record-high number of ecstasy overdoses this year; further proof of Bridget's theory that people can actually getting dumber than they were in the ninties.
The view from our tent which was to the left of the main entrance to the grounds.
Also known as...Mars.
Festival attendees pack themselves in like sardines under one of only three or four tents provided to them for shade. Gee thanks concert planners.
Yes, he most certainly does. Good call cardboard box garbage can tagger. Good call.It was so hot this woman had no choice but to strip down her undergarmets, attracting freaks, like this man, from all across the festival grounds.
Ah yes. The parasol. The must-have accessory for both men and women alike at Coachella. If only we were selling those and not "Support Global Cooling" shirts.
Capitalists - 1, Entreprenactivists - 0
Taking dork to entirely new levels, Bridge pretends she is on a float in the annual recycling parade sitting in the back of the Gator surrounded by bags of plasitc bottles.
Now, as we mentioned in an earlier blog, the first night (Friday) we had the privilege of sleeping on the festival grounds instead of the local campgrounds with all the other drugged-out hippies who were screaming and partying long into the night. That first night sleeping on the festival grounds was great—other than the distant screams, after wandering around and checking out the grounds, we got a decent night’s sleep.
The second night (as seen above) not so cool.
After waiting for the last of the festival goers to exit the grounds, we were finally able to go get our car and all of our stuff at about 2:30am. We had to pitch our tent, inside of the Global Inheritance tent, a feat that Sean pulled off with amazing skill. 
Right as we were settling in, ready to pass out after a long and exhausting day in the sun collecting bottles, running around the grounds and endlessly talking to people, the clean-up artillery came out in full force. All of a sudden a team of 30 workers appeared with leave blowers, and began to blow all the garbage around.
Let us ask you something…do you have any idea what 200,000 plastic cups being pushed around by a zambonee sounds like? Or what it’s like to be lulled to sleep to the noise of 65,000 people’s poop being sucked through a tube at 75 miles an hour?
No, you don’t.
Bridget laughed herself to sleep after asking Sean if he was glad
to leave school for all of this...
New friend and DJ John keeps the party bumpin’ for the attendees making lemonade out of lemons… By “lemons” we mean the 2 1/2 hour wait to get out of the parking lot at the end of Day 2 of the festivities.Coachella 2006: it ain’t no Woodstock.
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