Every single Coachella story says, “Bring sunscreen.”
It is implied that since you’re in the middle of a field with little shade in a desert in the spring-to-summer season, you might get a little crispy.
But by about midday Saturday, you could tell who hadn’t heeded the warning.
Everywhere you look, you can see people wearing their sun-scorched skin like some pink badge of courage.
I get it, I guess: You wanna go back to work with a burn so you can talk all about how bad your back hurts, but it was the Greatest Coachella Ever.
But, dude, take pictures!