I realize this post is incredibly late, but I took so many pictures and videos during Coachella that I was unable to share AT Coachella due to the spotty service. (What’s that, you get TONS of people all in one place to listen to amazing music and yet everyone’s trying to use their phones and thus overloading the cell networks?! YUP.) And then one day turned into the next and the next. And suddenly we're into May. MAY?!
"I don't wanna go to Philadelphia!" This was the repeated thought, turned joke—complete with a whiney little punk voice and delivery—the first time I found myself heading to the city of brotherly love. It's not that I had ANYTHING against the city, mind you. It's because it was an unexpected detour en route to NYC...and I was driving.
I loathe driving when I don't know where I'm going. I think it stems from years and years of being the navigator on trips with my dad. You know, back before the days of GPS. (Did I just date myself there?)
Well, over the last few years, I've had the opportunity to visit Philly a little bit more and grown to appreciate it much more. I just went up there Sunday for a Lianne La Havas concert (PAUSE. SWOON!) and dinner with my dear, lovely, fabulous friend Marie (blue shoes below). ;)