This weekend I’m going to be heading off, along with Kim and two friends, to the Coachella Valley Music Festival thingy dealie. It’s sort of Lollapalooza on steroids, or Burning Man but less dusty, or even Bumbershoot without all the rain. I’m currently bidding on camping tickets for all of us, which will probably be a lot better than trying to negotiate the clusterfuck in and out both days. Granted, it’s still going to be a clusterfuck with all those bands, but hopefully a slightly more managable one. Plus, if we camp we actually get to bring in food and water, instead of paying $8 for a bottle of water or whatever it was that caused the Woodstock riot a few years back.

It’s a lot of bands, and there’s quite a few that I would like to see, but it sounds like it’s going to be a really, REALLY big crowd, which always makes me a little nervous. I wish there was going to be WiFi there, but there ain’t… so all my pictures will have to wait until I get home to get uploaded.

Update: Well, I didn’t win the auction for the tickets, but only because some fucking asshole bid me out of them, thinking they were tickets to the event! Um, $100 to get 4 tickets that cost $175 each? “If it seems to good to be true…” Fucker. Now the original seller is trying to sell them to me for a Buy It Now of $100. No way, not when individual camping passes are going for less than $20 each.