Too tired to sleep
I am SO VERY MUCH ENTIRELY TOO OLD for this late night crap. We didn’t stay for the whole show (we caught a few songs from the headlining band, but then we left), so we got home around 1am and still got up at 6. I don’t regret it – the Arkells were freakin’ amazing and we were right up against the stage and no, they didn’t pull John up on stage this time, but they didn’t do that bit at all, so it’s okay, and we got to have a nice conversation with the singer after the show, and MAN I love them. So I don’t regret it, but it’s 8pm on the day after, and my eyes are so tired they hurt. Hurts to close them, hurts to leave them open.
We met this trio of college girls, friends from high school, who have taken the week off to get together (they don’t go to the same schools) and follow the Arkells and Blossoms (the other band who played last night) from Portland to San Francisco to Coachella. They were hilariously excited.
Gotta go to bed. I think tomorrow might be harder than today was. Because I’m old.