Festival aftermath

Dragged myself through the door at 4am with mud-caked boots and glitter in places I didn’t even know existed.

Festival aftermath

The Spring Music Festival was everything people said it would be - and everything they warned me about. My feet are destroyed, my voice is gone from singing along to every single song, and I’m pretty sure I lost at least one earring somewhere in that crowd of twenty thousand people.

Jake took one look at me when he got up for work and just started laughing.

Post-festival recovery position assumed

Apparently I look exactly like someone who spent twelve hours dancing in a field, eating overpriced festival food, and getting emotionally invested in bands I’d never heard of before yesterday. The Lumineers were incredible though - completely worth the fact that I can barely move today.

Found a piece of grass in my hair during my shower and honestly? Kind of want to keep it as a souvenir. My body is telling me I’m twenty-six, not nineteen, but my brain is already planning which festivals to hit next year. Sarah’s already texting about some summer lineup that just got announced.