I met James Dean at Polo Fields. He was so bad ass, I thought he was a celebrity. I kissed him he was so bad ass. His buddy buggered off in the beer garden and we were alone at Pheonix. He said he really likes them and wanted to catch their show. They rocked!! He gently took my hand in his sweaty hand as we got past the beer garden entrance, my wristband was put on the wrong side by the douche bag who put it on... rookie. And my ID was back in the tent. The trick he showed me worked, and I was his forever. So we danced, we entranced, we romanced till Tuesday. He took me to the Air tram the day after the festival, took me out for dinner, had a bunch of roses for me on our date we decided to have. We hiked up San Jacinto and embraced under a cheesy moon light, that's when I said I loved him. Crazy I would ever do this, but I did. It was so right.
I never knew him before Friday of last year's festival. This man was different, was always so gentle, kind and concerned. He'd been to Coachella 9 times before. I was in love with him completely while I went back to Vancouver, and he stayed in Murrieta.
Not a rich man, not an ego to be filled. He was my Coachella angel! If I get anything out of this post, well, I really wish to go back to Coachella for a 2nd time. It brought to me the best feeling I've ever experienced, kindness from all degrees and from an endless number of the nicest strangers I had encountered along the way and maybe, just maybe I can see him at Polo once again. Colin, Angela, Andrew (my love), Andrea, Amanda, Eric, Lisa...I love you all. And if you are reading this, what I wouldn't give to see you again. I fell in love and will never go back to my old self.
This girl needs to be at Coachella again. Please help me find a ticket for a decent price!!
Props to you Shtitus, you're one of the few decent people left in the world!