I WENT TO LOLLAPALOOZA AND I LOST ALL MY FRIENDS
It’s okay Mom, I am alive and well and back in Cordoba.
This past Thursday I flew with two other Remotes to Buenos Aires to attend Lollapalooza. Mario & Gabe (two homies from USC) were both working on Friday and hooked the three of us up with free tickets. Mario also let me stay with him in his hotel, so all I had to pay for was the flight. (LOVE YOU MEAN IT MAYIR)
It was incredible. I now can confirm that music festivals everywhere always feel like Disneyland. I’m missing Coachella for the first time in five years, and skipping across the grass while the drummer for Twenty One Pilots played on top of the crowd was pretty great. But let’s start from the beginning.
I landed Thursday night and went straight to a Jack U show at La Rural. My very nice and fluent in English cab driver showed me the US Embassy (it was on the way), JFK plaza, and explained that La Rural was a kind of cultural center. I hung out with Mario and his coworkers (I don’t know what else to call them) and we stayed up way too late.
Friday I met up with the other two Remotes before cabbing for what felt like an hour but was probably closer to 40 minutes to a pregame Remote Year 2’s community manager set up. I got to meet other Remotes in different programs, which was really cool.
I had to pick up my ticket at the box office so I got separated from the group at the start. Stefan, a fantastic member of the Battuta tribe became my new buddy. See photo below. He’s French, but his dad is British and his English is really great and his Spanish is definitely better than mine.
We saw Twenty One Pilots and Of Monsters and Men before meeting new Argentinian friends at the beer garden and heading to Tame Impala. I was finally able to get a hold of the two Remotes I travelled with, but then we lost Stefan. Festivals.
We saw Eminem which was incredible. He played a lot of songs I didn’t expect, including rapping over The Hills by The Weeknd. After that we headed to Jack U and hung out with Mario in the front of house before heading out early to try and get a cab.
Here’s where things get dicey. We didn’t plan our route back home. Very stupid, but it’s not something we thought of and we were a 30 minute drive away from where we were staying. After walking for awhile and trying to find one with zero success we stopped into a McDonald’s for some dinner. Mario was doing his best to help and gave me a cab company number to call but they wouldn’t have one free for an hour and a half. We didn’t know how to take the bus home, and everyone’s phone was dying.
So as Mama Orr preaches, I was a problem solver. I never in my life thought I would hitchhike but I was tired, far from my bed, and had to be up to get to the airport in less than 5 hours. I told the two Remotes I was with I was going to convince strangers to drive us back and lo and behold there’s two young, cute boys sitting in a car across the street. They agreed to drive us back, and I’m happy to report I at least was smart enough to get out at Kirsten and Laura’s Air BnB and get in a cab, rather than ride in the car with them alone.
We got really lucky. I will never think hitchhiking is a good idea, but this weekend did teach me it’s okay to trust strangers in a foreign land. There are people who try and rip you off like the mafia “cab drivers” waiting for us at the BA airport, but there are also others that are nice if you let them be. And a lot of the aspects of my personality that make me, one could say, annoying, are also the aspects that convince total strangers to drive over an hour out of their way to get us home. It’s okay to be a bully if you use your powers for good.