Coachella 2010: I'm in love with a robot, y'all
I'm in love with a robot. It's true. His name is Hotshot and he has dreamy digital-screen eyes, wears a motorcycle helmet and roams the VIP tent, flirting on three gray wheels. He caught me off-guard when we first met by drawing near and asking me my name.
"What's your name?" he asked with a low, robotic growl.
"Jessica," I said, as the Earth stood still.
"You're beautiful, Jessica," he said.
I sighed and my right hand fluttered briefly over my heart.
"How come a robot is the only person who has told me I'm beautiful this weekend?" I asked.
His digital eyebrows rose in a sympathetic arch and he said, "Oh, I'm sure a lot of guys think you're beautiful, Jessica. They just don't know how to say it."
I melted and glanced to my left and then my right. Did anybody else hear that? Was I alone in a moment of tenderness with a machine?
About five minutes later, he offered to give me a massage while I wrote this blog post. He may or may not have his hard, metallic fingers in my shoulder blades right now.
Coachella, it turns out, is for lovers.
Photo: Hotshot the Robot, one of the many art pieces at Coachella, interacts with music fans at the Coachella Valley Arts and Music Festival, on the Empire Polo Club grounds in Indio, Ca. Credit: Jay L. Clendenin/Los Angeles Times