Day three was a weird one. I woke up and jumped out of bed, drank my liter of water then fell asleep for another 30 mins. Needless to say I was way behind schedule. The feeling of hunger was far away and so was my desire to drink water or the tea I was given. I filled 4-1 liter containers and randomly placed them around my office, I then set “drink water ” alarms on my phone . This was the way I could guarantee that I would do this thing properly.
When 8pm hit I had two bottles of juice left. My manpanion, who had decided to do a cleanse with me, decided that this was no excuse to not have dinner. So we took our juice to the beach and had a late “juice dinner”. I sipped on my carrot as he drank his green, we conversed and laughed just like anyone else would sharing a meal. At this point I haven’t had any cravings for solid food at all. Did I want to eat? Sure. Did I feel the need to? Absolutely not. And look at all the time I have saved not worrying what or where my next meal was coming from! No time needed to cook, or clean up the mess I made from cooking!
We noticed two main things as we spent the evening playing games, and jammin’ out to the accordion… A lack of alcohol and food is the key to keeping your apartment clean; and this new found boost of energy keeps you up all night! I’m talking full on energy at 1am. If i had my way i would never sleep on this cleanse! Think of all the things I would accomplish! However, I do work like everyone else. so Instead I decided that i absolutely must sleep outdoors, and built a bed on the balcony. Welcome to Urban Camping…
…I wish I could say the juice was responsible for my decision to sleep outside. But that’s just how I roll, forever a child. I wonder what day four will bring…
For the past ten days I have been a vegan on the road. Planes, trains and a Ford Focus took us to two countries and 2 states, too many cities to count, with enough water and granola bars to feed a small country. The heat was, well –hot and the beer was, well–warm. But the music was sonic wonder and the dancing, uncontrollable.
First Stop: LA, There’s nothing like a hike up the Hollywood Hills as soon as you step off a plane.
A hike up the Hollywood Hills deserves a meal right? Right! We hit up the famous raw and vegan Cafe Gratitude thanks to a recommendation made by my friend Lyndsy Fonseca. You are right girl! That place was the bomb diggity! One round of Raw Tacos, one Mushroom Veggie Burger, and one Raw Coconut Cream Pie a la mode later…
Second Stop: VEGAS and not pronounced like most normal humans beings do, no here in Cando & Saralicious land we pronounced it with a hard “a” and “g” …. VAGas. Yup juuuust to be vulgar.
The trip started out as most do, with some Queen, air guitar and really poor singing…
After a hard day of travelling we decided the pool and some larger than life tequila’s were in order. If you’ve ever wondered what $50 in tequila looks like, there you have it! Thanks for the highway robbery Aria !
After a little sight seeing, drinks, unsuccessful gambling, burnt tits, a huge trip to Walmart, and one horrible, debilitating hangover, we hop back in the Focus and make our way to Indio, California.
Third Stop: COACHELLA Indio, California –110 degrees. 36 bands, 3 bottles of sun screen, 4 hats, five cases of beer, 2 cases of water, a baby pool, 2 meals, and no sleep — This is Coachella.
Like any other roadtrip we take, we like to keep ourselves occupied with car tunes, air drums and made up songs about absolutely nothing…
It’s hard to give a top 5 in terms of performances as they were all so different and I had such different experiences at each but here is my loose list of top 5′s, in no particular order (most likely to change again by tomorrow).
2. St. Vincent
Even as I look at that I am recalling allllll the other incredible acts… but that list will have to do for now.
If you missed out, here is the full lineup … if you haven’t been to a festival get off your ass and go to at least one! And none of this Ottawa’s Bluesfest shit, a REAL music festival!
And with this I leave you a picture of my dirt stained feet (seriously, they’re still filthy!) and a clip of Sara playing air Metallica.