Let’s play Where’s Wendy?
When I last spoke with Wendy (midnight here, around 9am there) she was packed and had to check out of her hotel in around 2 hours… she was also in possession (I believe) of a train ticket to Barcelona and an open-ended plane ticket to London, with vague ideas of blowing off Barcelona and heading to Paris. So, at least at the moment, I have absolutely no idea where she is. Knowing Wendy, she could be just about anywhere. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if I get a message tomorrow from Australia.
Woke up a bit early today to finish packing for Coachella… took a bike ride, and had one of those great moments again… listening to the Police (you know, the band that was so great that Sting has been able to be a complete bunghole for the last 15 years and still be respected), on a beautiful sunny morning, riding my bike along the beach with probably a good 200 dolphins riding alongside me up the coast and I had only two thoughts running through my head… 1) at this very moment, at least, life is good… and 2) i’m one lucky muthafucker.
So it’s off to Indio and the Coachella experience… going to be moblogging at sumobox.com, reception and relative sobriety permitting, throughout the festival. Off to see the good, the bad and the funky….