I Went To Coachella This Weekend, Rate My Fit

So it’s that time of year again, Coachella month (I honestly have no idea how long Coachella actually lasts). And with Coachella week comes the intimidation I and most regular people feel when scrolling through Instagram. All the cool people in the world are in Palm Springs, living the high life, doing weird designer drugs that us normies don’t even know about, and dressing like assholes that somehow seem fashionable. So my question is, am I pussy for being intimidated by Coachella?

You all know me pretty well. I’m a sit on the couch, gamble on sports, and do pretty much nothing every weekend type of guy. Being around people scares me and being around a bunch of cool people that are on the cutting edge of every fashion/music trend gives me absolute nightmares. So basically what I’m saying is I spend the entire next 2 weeks triggered as fuck looking at all these people in the desert that are infinitely cooler than I’ll ever be. That is until now. I’m done being scared. I’m done being a slave to Coachella coolness. I’m joining the party. So without further ado, here is my 2018 Coachella Fit (please note the Avocado socks because I’m a millennial after all).

NSFW – Too much fire in one outfit.

Just me and the gals listening to some Skrillex while we roll our titties off on E.

“Dance Like nobody is watching, love like you’ve never been hurt, sing like nobody’s listening, live like it’s heaven on earth” -Us

Big Cat – “Wanna go to the balloon tent and listen to this Drake cover band that remixes all his songs into Hindu?”

Kylie – “OMG, You read my mind”

Hey Yodel Kid, want a selfie? Sure pal.

Next year I’m going (just kidding, I’ll be sitting on my couch watching the NBA playoffs thinking the exact same thing I think every year, these people could all kick my ass with verbal memes and internet culture I don’t even understand)