Indio, California: As I previously mentioned, the Coachella Valley Music Festivalstarted today. Campers in this resort tend to hunker-down and stay within the confines of our little bubble to avoid the traffic. Everyone stocked-up at the grocer/Costco before the shelves are wiped-out completely.
And it can happen. Once, in the early years of the festival - when the crowds were not nearly as large as they are now - we popped down to the grocer, completely unaware of the whole situation, only to find stripped shelves. No ice, no water and a lonely six-pack of Natty Light in the beer aisle. It is how I suspect the world will look during the Zombie Apocalypse.
Now the local grocers, restaurants and shops are ON TOP OF IT!


The parking lot at the grocer (which also has a few restaurants, nail salon, drug store, etc.) now has porta-potties, temporary garbage cans and security guards. I can't even imagine how much money these festivals bring into the community. Plenty of people complain about all the traffic, road closures and general chaos... but I am a local property-owner now and pay property taxes and just want to say: BRING IT ON!
Our Blonde Daughter (Lisa's great friend; Leo's godmother), Angela, is in town for Coachella. (Lisa has been unable to attend for the past several years. Can't imagine why?) Angela has rented a house with a few friends, but always stops in to see her American parents (Angela is Greek and her family live in Athens) for a pre-festival brunch.

I was a brave woman today and prepared Greek-style omelets for a Greek girl. We had a great visit, had a little bubbly and sent Angela on her way, fueled for a fun first day of music. AC-DC. Steely Dan. The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger.


Dave and I enjoyed another gorgeous sunset. The weather was a a bit cooler today - with little wind - so the hipsters should have a great evening at the festival.


And seven years ago:

Until my next update, I remain, your "I'm too old hip to be a hipster" correspondent.
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