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So. Coachella. “Isn’t that that thing where high schooler’s wear flower crowns, so that they can get Instagrams of Kylie Jenner eating a Watermelon while some coked out dude in a backwards hat stands above a DJ booth telling people to “go crazy right now.?” Yes. 1,014 more words
On June 24, I had the best weekend of my entire life — in the middle of Nowhere, Canada.
All I knew about music festivals — or what I thought I knew, at least — was that they were for rich Californians whose parents were either famous or owned some sort of lucrative food truck business and/or sketchy off-the-map DVD rental store. 139 more words