If I had things my way, I’d work on getting out of the city more often. It’s my daydream to think of ways to weekend getaway throughout the Summer. To camp by the lake, visit a quaint – as airbnb would put it – town, off the beaten path, take time away that’s all mine and no one else’s.
So, when Teva, asked me to head to Tennesee and hangout at Bonnaroo with, Grasie, Daniela, Jenny, and Eugenie it was an instant yes. If there’s any way to describe this trip, it’d be wildly fun and refreshing in it’s own kind of way. Of course there’s always the charm of being in a rural town; the kind of quiet you never find in New York City, the kind of countryside living that leaves you feeling refreshed. On the flip side, the festival was everything I hoped it’d be, just what I needed to kick off my Summer. Bonnaroo, had me feeling a little upside down to say the least. Between all the food, libations, and live music, this old lady was moving and shaking it pretty fast. Somewhere between Tears for Fears, Earth Wind and Fire (special guest, Kendrick Lamar – what!), Tove Lo, Florence and the Machine, and freaking Billy Joel, I lost my mind at least twice, danced my Teva’s off, and called it a night to remember.
The space between Bonnaroo and hanging out at our home for the week in Smithville, Tennesee, was filled with hilarious moments. Poolside, always with a drink in hand, eating all the bad food that’s good for your soul, and busting at the seams laughing at nothing and everything, was all I needed. Terrible cell service doesn’t seem to matter so much if you’re having this much fun. Except when you miss a call from your sweetie, then it’s time to find a hot spot.
Note: Spent my birthday at Bonnaroo. Does this mean I’m honorably cool? How cool?
Girls on Film - Fringe Top
Missguided - Sunglasses
Century 21 - Patchwork Shorts
Kenneth Cole - Backpack
Tobi - Halter Top
Abercrombie - Crop Tank