I have to say, the security at Coachella has never bothered me until today.
When entering, they tried to confiscate my pens and the guy didn’t seem to understand what a reporter was until his supervisor heard me explaining for a third time and finally let me through, with my evil ballpoints.
Now I just spent five bucks on a frozen lemonade and they won’t let me go to through the gate to the press area with it. Now I can understand bottles and alcohol, but a lemonade? What am I going to do — injure someone with a brain freeze?