When I saw that Coachella 2012 was rolled out for two consecutive weekends as the exact same festival , I immediately set aside time and cash for both – one with my friend Brian, and one with my lovely girlfriend Coco. (We even called the weekend Cocochella, for maximum cuteness.) Brian and I signed up for the first cold-as-ice weekend, and I flew out of and back to Detroit; it made for a bit of a drive there and back, but a flight with no stops was what I wanted. However, Coco and I made the innocent mistake of flying out of Pellston, which ended up pushing back our arrival into Palm Springs the night before by at least five hours, which made for a series of unplanned pains in the ass. (Seriously, our asses hurt from so much sitting.) The only benefit was at Hertz, who put us into a new white Mustang instead of the car I’d reserved. Once we got out to Palm Springs, however, I noticed it was warmer than when I’d left it a few days ago....