After 7 hours of travel and 1000 cigarettes later Lesley finally made it to Palm Springs to confront her festival fears and told us about her DAY ONE sojourn. Keep reading for DAY TWO of her Coachella pilgrimage....
Ain't No Party Like A Kanon Vodka Party by Lesley Arfin
DAY TWO
I slept well in a total 70s vibed out room at this hotel called "Hotel California" in Palm Springs. That place is totally amazing and the room was so sexed up it almost gave me AIDS. I woke early and with no car, I kinda had to fuck around and figure out how I was gonna get to the Kanon house. I walked across the street to the Ace where lots of people wearing American Apparel were drinking booze and ordering food but not eating it. I found a hammock and got sprayed by some fine mist and just sort of eyeballed all the good looking people. Eventually my aces in the hole, Hilary, Harry Beee and Nicole scooped me up and all fists were in pumped formation. LET'S DO THIS.
Like I said, the Kanon house was awesome. It was even more awesome when everyone there was laying around and talking and getting excited and drunker as each minute passed. I felt really pale and not-as-thin-as-I-thought as I disrobed but whatever. I mainlined watermelon juice right away and constantly covered myself with 85 sunblock (I'm really paranoid about getting sunburned). Everyone was talking about how good the drinks were, real talk. Like I totally wouldn't just say that. It was all heads were talking about. Vodka infused coconut water or whatever. And no one ever likes the "taste" of booze so I think it's worth a shout out to the mixologist Stefanie Marco. Pretty soon after I arrived Lindsay Lohan and her crew layed their towels next to mine and gave me cool Japanese stickers for my note-taking notebook. Then Aviva Yael showed up with like 8 coconuts in her bag (those fuckers are heavy!) and she proceeded to break them open early-man style and I got to drink the sweet coconut nectar with a straw. YUM. Between the sun and the conversations, my jaw was starting to ache and my eyelids were yawning, but I still managed to have a great bro-down with Mickey from Maroon 5, Bronques, the only man I ever want to take my picture, Pia Arrobio (a vision in a white, floor length silk gown, so killing it for day time shenanigans), The Facehunter dude (he said I was "unattractive." Discuss), Andreas (Kamado records), Lil Alex Olsen (skates for Girl, among others), Madeline and Chrissie of Sophomore fame (duh), and probably a million other people I'm forgetting. I had to have a few time-outs in Chrissie and Leo's room just to get recharged but dude, it was the FUNNEST day. And it wasn't even close to being over.
By 7ish I was pretty beat, so I hitched a ride back to the hotel with Hilary and we went into the hot tub. It was really, really hot. We switched back over to the pool and soon a bunch of other dudes who were also staying at the hotel came to hang, including Dave and Matty from The Soft Pack. The Soft Pack were set to play at the festival the next day and I was really excited to see them because I've been listening to the album nonstop. Plus, they all look like male models and sound like The Replacements meets your new favorite punk band that might play in your living room in 1989. They sound like they should be in a John Hughes movie. They sound like the soundtrack to being crushed the fuck out. Get it? Cool.
So we all went swimming. And then we sat at a table and smoked cigs and drank drinks and made jokes for hours. Matty's brother Trevor and his friend Sam were there and they play in a band called the Sundelle's. They had me and Hilary laughing for hours. We felt like girls. It was good.
Then we went to get food and I killed it with some jokes cuz everyone else was really tired. The Soft Pack boys had gone home but me and Hilz were just getting started. We hung out at the Ace Hotel bar where Andrew Andrew was djing (notorious gay NYC dj's who wear matching outfits and play Naughty By Nature) and some heads from the Kanon house made their way over and it was one, big, massive orgy of private jokes, new friends, making fun of people, and new romance. Chrissie was wearing a fucking dope Neil Young shirt that Leo had gotten her for their anniversary. Eventually they decided to go to the Jeremy Scott party but Hilary and I opted for our new found best friends and we all went back to the hotel and got in the hot tub where the giggles ranneth over. I didn't get in though. I just smoked a cigarette in my jammies until I passed the fuck out.
Kind of a perfect day.
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See also: Lesley Arfin vs Coachella - DAY ONE and DAY THREE.
