10. Am I Bad at Having Fun? 😅
Or am I just tired?
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I’m at Coachella completely by accident. Don’t you dare judge me.
I’m here with an artist pass because the bf nick is playing keys for Kali Uchis. I didn’t bring my computer nor my iPad because I’m trying to do that thing people call “relaxing,” so this week’s newsletter is going to be light n tight ✌🏼
Yet, plot twist—even though I have an all-access-wow-amazing artist pass, somehow Nick & I ended up spending most of yesterday in General Admission (unforeseen, terrible, chaotic, I’m a real music festival Scrooge).
The rest of yesterday went accordingly: to cope with the chaos and the hot desert heat, I drank a margarita with an extra shot of tequila on an empty stomach and then the world was spinning and then I got sad because I was overwhelmed by the lines at the port a potties which I didn’t expect to have to brave (what kind of artist pass treatment is this?? let me be spoiled for once…) and then I ate a few bites of some thirty dollar chicken bowl (also—hot dogs are $12.50??? Coachella are you insane???) and there were too many people and then I wanted to cry because I’m a big tired baby girl at her wits end (because the WGA writers strike is coming up and who knows when I’ll make money again! hahaha Natalie don’t think about that right now! you’re supposed to be having a good time!!) then I danced to Rosalía and I felt a little better and then I listened to some Spanish rapper I’d never heard before and that was fun, too, because anything in Spanish makes me feel better. Still, I hoped that I didn’t poop on Nick’s parade too much with my overwhelmed sadness and then I started to wonder if I can ever be easygoing, but then I thought,“You know what? I’m very tired and I didn’t expect today to be so chaotic, it’s okay,” and I think that was pretty easygoing of me after all.
I’m just happy I got my little sister a VIP pass because that makes it all worth it because she’s never been to the festival. Oh yeah, epilogue: As we were leaving the grounds yesterday, my sister told me that her new shoes were hurting her too badly to wear, so I switched shoes with her because that’s what older siblings do and now we both have horrible heel blisters. It’s cute, we’re matching.
Now it’s the final day of the festival (thank god) and I’m typing this on the notes app in my phone to copy-paste into my Substack because I didn’t bring my computer because remember I am in fact very chill and easygoing and love to have fun.
I think I’m just tired. And that’s okay.
And also: I’m bloated. Out of desperation, I ate 99 cent Jack in the Box tacos and some Swedish Fish at midnight. A combination that I wouldn’t recommend to my most sworn enemy.
My next newsletter will be written from a beach in Mexico because— that’s right, beebees. Mama is finally going on vacation. I think it’ll be easier to relax in sandy solitude than in massive throngs of Coachellos all screaming and drunk and dressed like Peter Pan. I celebrate them, but, alas. I can’t wait for the open waves of east coast Mexico. Maybe I’m an introvert. Maybe it’s because of my rising sign. Or my moon? Probably my moon. The moon seems like a moody thing. My moon sign wants me to be on a beach.
Gracias for humoring a chill and easygoing newsletter because that’s just the kind of friend you are.
Hasta domingo,
xx
nat