Music Festival Groupie
Summer means time for music festivals. I found myself soaking up the sun and channeling my inner hippie at Governor’s Ball on Saturday. Overall, the bands were not that great, but I lasted long enough to enjoy my love for dancing, sunbathing, and weirdo people watching. Although I was entertained, I realized quickly that my idea of a music festival isn’t the same as many of those who were there, and that again, it might not really be my thing. Next year, I might just save myself for Coachella.