I attended my first music festival this past weekend. I wasn’t too sure what to expect. I thought I’d see a few shows, have a couple drinks, probably get a contact high if I ended up at the Sublime concert – but what I wasn’t prepared for was the bevy of life lessons Firefly threw my way in 3 days.
I did it. I folded.
My mother’s signature advice was to always put on a clean pair in case I was ever in a car accident.
As a dedicated girlfrand, I’ve stayed up late for playoff series. I’ve asked all the right questions. I used to be able to name the entire 2007 Red Sox starting lineup for pete’s sake.
Maybe just this once, I could be like those other women. So I gave in to my new, Greek friend’s logic.