Back in 2013, I went to the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival for the first time. My wrist was fractured and I had a cast on my right arm.
I was just a young grasshopper. I didn’t pace myself and passed out in random places each day.
1 POINT FOR COACHELLA
The following year, I went back to Coachella 2014 and was defeated yet again. This time, I left on Sunday with food poisoning- the result of the delicious yet risky Garlic Crab Fries.
I threw up for three days straight.
ANOTHER POINT FOR COACHELLA
In 2017, I returned, nervous and embarassed from my track record of losing years before (Coachella-2, Sandy-0).
There was a lot at stake- the immeasurable pressure to #MakeKobeProud. Then there were my fans, who were cheering me on from the other side of Snapchat, taking bets, and eagerly awaiting my Snap Story to see if I’d win this time.
So when my friends invited me to Coachella 2017, my first reaction was:
“I’m DONE with Coachella!
$400 for a General Admission wristband? Another few hundred for housing, transportation, food, and outfits?
What a waste of money! I’d rather save that money up for my quest of conquering the world.”
Let’s be real.
I was still bitter about losing twice before. The decision to go lingered at the back of my head.
After weeks of tossing and turning, I finally woke in the middle of the night and said with a fierce determination in my eyes,