I went to Coachella with my entire family. I’m too old for this. And I lived to tell the tale. Barely. While I attended some great parties and danced to some even better bands, the following days left me feeling wrecked. (Hence last week’s impromptu hiatus.) And, even worse, old. To the point where I had to ask myself, am I too old for this? It didn’t help that the festival fell on my birthday, a day I no longer look forward to with glee. Contrary to what I’d been told, I wasn’t surrounded by a gaggle of kids. The majority of the attendees, at least where we hung out, fell somewhere in their 20s and 30s. And it wasn’t like I didn’t know any of the bands; in fact, a few of my favorites performed. But, it was frustrating to find that I couldn’t hang like I used to. The 2 and 4 AM bedtimes literally killed me. I paid for it all last week. And the other part was the unabashed lack of modesty that many of the concert-goers showed. That I used to show. These days, I am constantly wondering if I’m too old to wear a crop top (no) or past the point of wearing torn cutoffs (depends where the tear is). What I took away from the weekend was this- while I am not old, I’m just not as young as I used to be. And that’s ok. It doesn’t mean that I can’t experience things like Coachella. In fact, I’m already thinking about next year. It just means that I’m old enough and, hopefully, wise enough to do them at my own speed. I’ll forgo bikinis in favor of crop tops and probably not attend carnivals until four in the morning. But that won’t stop me from dolling up or shaking it with the best of them. It just means that I might be wearing earplugs. Because I’m old enough to know better. I’m not too old for this.
Heidi Merrick top, RE/DONE “The Elsa” jeans, The Office of Angela Scott “Mrs. Colin” booties, TwinM Designs handbag, Cristina Ramella “World” cuff, XIV Karats necklace (similar $$$$), Seoul Little “Los Angeles” necklace, Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), MAC lipstick in Lady Danger
Photos by Michele LoBosco