It all started when I leapt out of the yellow taxi cab full of excitement. I was ready to rock out at Summer Fest for the third year in a row. Only to realize moments later that I had left the tickets at my house. I felt my heart drop to my stomach, my day had just turned upside down. Since Tommy and I were unable to enter the gates, we got stuck on the side of Neil in the blazing hot sun. It was the middle of the day, about 80 degrees, and lucky me decided to wear a black shirt. As you can see, a wonderful start to my day, "So much for Summer Fest 2013". After a few lost calls and several trips to the ticket booth (that was full of people trying to pull up our tickets online, but in the end were no help at all), "Still no progress". At this point Tommy was pretty upset with me for leaving the tickets at my house, it was going to make us very late to the festival. Luckily, my favorite band, Cold War Kids, was the last act. The tickets had to get down here in time to see them or I was going to lose it. After hiking around downtown, and bar hopping for a few hours, it was starting to get late and I was starting to get nervous.Well this resulted in aching feet, sweaty palms, expensive beer, and anxiously awaiting for our tickets to arrive. The hot sun was beaming down on me as I saw it starting to set. Eight O'clock comes and finally Bailey arrived with our tickets, Summer Fest 2013 had just begun.
Entering a music festival is like entering an airport, it is an incredibly diverse culture. "Now we have the Bros, the divas, the photographers, the comedians, the police, the advertisers, the dude who had a one too many beer, the groupies, the hipsters, the rave dancers, the gays, the couples, the obnoxious kids, the film crew, the staff, the people with crazy hair, and even the type of people your parents would tell you to stay away from", Bailey rambled on as I politely interrupted. "But you know what everyone I look at has in common? They are all enjoying the music...
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