“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
While this iconic line is best known for opening Charles Dickens’ famous novel, A Tale of Two Cities, few people realize that he originally used the phrase to describe his three-day drinking and drugs binge at the 19th-century Britain version of Lollapalooza, which I assume was headlined by Fleetwood Mac.
So here I sit miserably at my 9-to-5 job, wrecked after spending the last three days taking in everything my first music festival had to offer (except Steve Aoki, because fuck Steve Aoki). I got up at 6:30 this morning to get to work, and I have a residual hangover that could slay a large family of oxen. Looking back, would I do anything differently?
Yes. I made horrible, horrible decisions this weekend.
Lolla was a blast, of course. But wow, that place could not be more heinous. So I guess it’s only fitting to reflect on this weekend by looking at both the positives and negatives of spending this weekend with my favorite 60,000 Continue reading
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