Can we just talk about music festivals for a second?

This past weekend I went to my first ever music festival. I feel like i’m a little late to the game considering the past few years everyone has been posting photos at various, trendy looking festivals while I sat around taking a photo of my fingers bent in in front of a beach screen saver trying to make it look like I was laying out somewhere interesting when in reality I was in my bed with cookie crumbs all over my high school gym shirt.

Considering my friends have been really into the electronic dance music scene I thought I’d accompany them to the Digital

My best friend and I trying not to look sweaty and gross

My best friend and I trying not to look sweaty and gross

Dreams music festival. What I was most excited for were the outfits I put together which I thought made me look effortlessly stylish and cool (they didn’t). On the first day, the festival got rained out and on the second day I had to wear a giant, red poncho on top of the lace dress i’ve been storing in the back of my closet for the past few years,  so my clothing choices (which were carefully articulated from long pinterest and tumblr searches of “chic festival outfits”) went unnoticed.

Let me just say that going to a music festival is probably the most therapeutic thing anyone can do. I know that sounds super cheesy but whatever. The benefit of going to an electronic music festival rather than an indie music festival is that you can have all of the fun of a summer festival photo spread in an issue of Teen Vogue without any of the pretentiousness. Everyone dressed like an idiot, not one person cared about how they looked and all you had to do was dance. 6 hours of mindless dancing, and not even cool dancing. I’m the kind of dancer where people will

applaud me and say things like “she can really let loose and dance like no one is watching” but thats just how I dance. I don’t know how to do cool Beyonce dance moves, and for once I wasn’t alone. Mind you most of the people were probably intoxicated in one way or another which is why they passed no judgement on my awesome moves and I’m ok with that. To drunk people, I’m Beyonce and that’s all that matters