2:02 - Arrival
My caravan and I parked our cars in Lot 14 and walked the half mile to the actual grounds. Upon entering, you're greeted by a huge Ferris wheel -- and after taking a few photos and trying to upload them via Instagram, I felt the familiar music festival horror: getting decent cell phone service is impossible. We witnessed lots of furry animal heads and many girls in bikinis who obviously hadn't checked the weather this morning. Many folks complemented my bright neon orange dress. First things first: walk to the Heineken tent and grab a beer.

2:28 - Breakbot
The best of disco electro pop. Per usual, it took a while to find a group of adults (sweaty gentlemen not included) who were actually dancing in the crowd.

4:28 - Neon Indian
Was it too much chillwave for an outdoor festival? It might have been more fitting if we were in a more dazed and confused mood. Alan Palomo was still dreamy as ever and I was mesmerized more by his purple tie-dyed shirt. Left after "Deadbeat Summer" for some more dancing.

5:10 - Feed Me
Definitely did the trick in terms of dancing. There were a lot of teenagers accompanied by dads here. Although it felt weird to be dancing to music like this in the middle of the afternoon instead of 1am, good drops and sick beats were in steady supply. I was also able to witness a time-tested Coachella mating ritual: a group of girls ask a young stud to take their picture. Stud does so and hands it back to Blonde #3. Blonde #3 thanks him by kissing him on the cheek, they lock eyes...and then make out for five minutes and exchange phone numbers afterward.

6:35 - Arctic Monkeys
First round of the Sheffield bands for the night (Pulp was the second). Watched for a little bit and had to go inside to the Red Bull Speakeasy. While it's a little alarming to be inside of an actual bar in the desert, it was a genius idea for Red Bull to create an "indoors" for festivalgoers to escape the rain and wind. Drinking Red Bull/vodkas also felt a little less Jersey Shore with all the flappers and dudes in bowler hats.

7:50 - Pulp
People who love Pulp REALLY love Pulp. Jarvis Cocker was at his best, sharing anecdotes about how though it was Friday the 13th, no one has any need to be afraid, and at Coachella the mindset should be to not give a f**k. They opened with Mis-Shapes, Disco 2000 and Do You Remember the First Time? and ran over five minutes late in order to perform Common People.

9:00 - The Rapture
They came; they played; they didn't really interact with the crows. "Echoes" felt a little flat. The Rapture usually puts on a good show...as evidenced by the 17-year old girls behind us screaming  "I FUCKING LOVE THE RAPTURE!"

10:30 - M83
Almost too tired to dance, even with the creature from the Hurry Up, We're Dreaming album cover on stage to usher in the night. M83 is one of those bands that appear sleep inducing, but seeing them live you understand their full prowess as a band. Definitely was surprised to see mad dudes raging to M83.

11:20 - Refused
While singing about punk ideals and bringing down capitalism, Dennis Lyxzén kept expressing his gratitude to the audience. At their last US show fourteen years ago, they played to 40 people in a basement in Harrisburg, Virginia; now, they're headlining Coachella. It's amazing how a band that was in their prime when many of these festivalgoers were about ten years old had a huge crowd throwing themselves around to songs concerning the need to bring a change in government and how they could make it happen. It was also ironic that they were talking about capitalism and wearing suits - but maybe punk irony was lost on me before I was 10. I couldn't help comparing Dennis Lyxzén to his English counterpart Jarvis Cocker, both having mastered the same hip swivel.

12:10 - The Horrors
It felt like the English band was playing during last call at the bar. Faris Badwan's melancholy vocals perfectly matched the freezing weather, with a new group of people slowly walking away as each new song started.