Coachella 2011 Day Six.
Monday came early for a lot of people. Friends rushing to the airport after tearful goodbyes., We cleaned up our coke mansion, and I made sure that I had enough booze stocked in my suitcase to keep the party going at my other home away from home, the Caliente Tropics in Palm Springs. Last year, I was stuck in PS for a couple of days because I fly standby and loads of flights back home were booked up solid, and I ran into a couple of friends there, and had a fucking blast. I met a super cool couple from Hollywood there too, and we celebrated 420 in the best way we knew how. POOLSIDE.
So, fast forward a year later, and I’m still in contact with that couple, and they tell me that they’ll be at the Caliente, so I get my ass out there, and low and behold, there are a ton of Coachella people staying there, including some friends from home, with whom I was going to LA the next day, and some new friends from Vancouver and Calgary. So it was a perfect set-up for the most amazing Coachella after-party.
If you go next year, trust me, take an extra day off, and come and stay at the Caliente. It is a non-stop party.
I roll into the Caliente with a shitload of booze, and immediately dive face first into their amazing pool, fully clothed. After about 15 poolside beers, we got ready to go out and get some food in our gullets, but afterwards, it’s obvious that some of us have been partying too hard, so only the strong survived to live out our fantasies of drinking bags of wine in a hot tub, surrounded by some lovely fellow Canadians who had been at Coachella to see Gogol Bordello. Needless to say, they knew how to drink.
Around 10 pm, we were told that our pool was closing, and Nando, one of my local friends, said to me, “Let’s do what you suggested last year, Brodeep.”
At this point, I have no clue what he meant until it all came rushing back. Last year, after our pool closed, we walked a block down the street, and invaded the Ace hotel pool until 3 am. So, we regrouped within 10 minutes, packed as much booze in our bags as possible, and head down to significantly more pretty Ace hotel, and raged so hard.
At first, it was pretty quiet in there. There were a few people in the pool, yet more in the hot tub. The tub was easily a kerjillion degrees. The bag of wine was hitting hard, so I decided to cool off in the pool. What happened next (and there’s video somewhere in Vancouver of it) was amazing.
There were these small blue beach balls all over the place, so we collected them all, and I found an inner tube, and just for kicks, I held it up like a hoop. I GOT RAPED BY BLUE BEACH BALLS. They were coming from every angle. People were diving towards me trying to slam dunk. I was diving trying to help people make baskets. At one point, there must’ve been 30 balls flying at me at once, and all I could do was think that this is exactly how I wanted my first post-Coachella day to end. I had a patented Brodeep shit-eating grin on my face, and little did I know that the best day of my entire life was right around the corner.
