Greed takes over Coachella Night
I don’t go out much, so when Coachella rolls around every year, I usually end up watching it from home. It’s kind of become my thing. Get set up and comfy on the couch, then watch the stream on my TV, just vibing without dealing with crowds or heat. My favorite artist was performing so I decided to make a fun night out of it. Nothing crazy, just a few drinks, and a healthy spread of snacks.
I wanted to pace myself, so I started with a couple of mixed drinks. I had a bunch of snacks laid out, things I wouldn’t normally eat all at once, but rather over the course of the whole event. But the music had other plans for me. The vibes were so good, I started singing my heart out, losing track of time and a few other things as well. Whether I was reaching for another drink or mindlessly grabbing something else to eat. It all kinda blended together after a while. Get up, drink, snack, sit down. Get up, refill, grab something else. Repeat.
After a while, I fell into a drunk ecstasy (I pour with a heavy hand), and a trance listening to my favorite music. Being well passed buzzed and recklessly gluttonous, I pulled out my phone. Despite having a more than generous spread of snacks and drinks, and putting very little thought behind my choices, I began ordering way more food than that was necessary, even for a chunky girl like me.
I was greedily staring at the delivery information in anticipation, as if it was going to be the last food in existence. The delivery arrived, I grabbed it, then swiftly retreated to the couch. I turned the TV volume up, and flew off the handle. Gulping, guzzling, shoveling food down my throat with my bare hands while barely watching performances. I can hardly remember the performances or what I was doing during them after the delivery arrived. Container after container. Eventually my food driven narcolepsy kicked in and wiped me out.
Waking up was such a confusing experience. My eyes opened slowly with an achy squint. I immediately felt painfully full, I was so heavy and packed full of food. By this point the booze had worn off to the point where I felt hazy, but aware. I began to shift my weight and move my arms slowly. Feeling a crinkle under my arms and then under my legs. I sat up and realized I was basically surrounded by empty containers, wrappers, cups, everything just scattered around me like some fraternity rampaged through my room. That’s when it all hit at once. The drinking, the snacking, ordering food like it was nothing, and then passing out under the opulence of the moment. I went so without ever noticing, I completely embraced how good it felt. What started as “just watching at home” turned into me completely losing track, falling into an indulgent hedonistic fantasy. I sat there for a minute, looking at the mess, trying to piece together how the night escalated that much without it ever feeling like a big decision.
The conclusion I came to the—I am too far gone. I cannot help myself anymore. Something that was supposed to be a casual night just turns into me mindlessly indulging. Safe to say my at-home festival experience got a little too out of hand, but I’m looking forward to hopefully doing it again for Friday’s performance (and the following Friday’s too!).
