A carefully laid plan to avoid all chance of crossing paths with former mates goes out the window after two days, and magic happens.
After a two-year hiatus from Coachella, I found myself back in the desert in 2009. I tried and failed to talk my way out of it. This had nothing to do with my general dislike of being outside when it's warmer than 75 degrees or my fear of spending multiple hours in the Coachella parking lots at the conclusion of each night.
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