Coachella Mo’chella

desert thriving

I still can’t stop smiling.  Between the flurry of emails and basecamp conversations, I twirl in my chair and cheerfully chortle “queef!”.  (You had to be there to understand the joke.) I glance outside at the sunshine and remember dancing beneath a spray of water, mud threatening to creep over the sides of my flipflops, while a bassy beat thumps and the crowd of people inch together laughing.  I’ll post pictures later.  The quick version is that the music was great, the desert was hot, and in addition to my tan, I got to relax and decompress.  Good times!

~ by CAT on April 21, 2009.