Coachella Day Two: The Accidental Tourist, or Can We Please All Agree To Stop Using the Phrase “Coachella-Ella-Ella-Ella”
I ran into a guy I knew from high school standing in line for the restrooms in the VIP area. I hadn't seen him in a decade but was about four glasses of $7 wine deep and feeling good. No reason not to be friendly, after all, I no longer......

