Okay so I know you're thinking... **Here she goes again, she went to another music festival blah blah blah is going broke and accepting venmo blah blah blah** ...
But in my defense, painting my dad's garage in exchange for a GA ticket was well worth the bargain. I mean, who's gonna pass that deal up?
Anyways, Emma and I actually had the worst start to Faster Horses than ever imagineable. After lots of persuasion, we decided to leave thursday night rather than friday morning to avoid traffic. But to our luck, we hit traffic anyways. When I say traffic I dont mean 30 minutes but 6 entire hours at a dead stop. I have never seen something so unearthly and chaotic and nonmoving in my entire twenty years. After hour 3 of not moving but ten feet and two mental breakdowns later, people began to grill on the side of the interstate (Why would I make this up?). The following mental breakdowns occurred at 2:43am when arriving to our campsite, considering we had remained outside the festival since 8pm.
Aside from satan's car ride into the festival, everything from there on went great. Soft Parade went down smooth, and Billy Currington's "Good Directions" went down even smoother. The prediction of rain all weekend was a bust and we were so lucky to have overcast and 75° all weekend long, the perfect weather to have a great time. This year definitely beat the last, and I'm so glad I could experience it with my friends and family once again.
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