Last July, I attended a music festival called Lollapalooza in Grant Park, Chicago. It should be in your summer-must to do list if you’re in Chicago. Like if there’s Coachella in California, Lollapalooza is the shit here. I went with one of my intern friends, Helen. She is from Columbia and she’s just plain crazy. Like me crazy. Lol. She made sure to buy a six-pack beer to chug before going to the event. So what happened since we couldn’t possibly drink the beers on the train, we started as soon as we got off so we looked like two thirsty drunk girls walking down the streets in the middle of the day.

Man, it was not easy to get in. The line was impossible like just thinking about it now makes me cringe. It was so hot that day we had to line up for over an hour. I had no hat or no sunscreen for reapplication. But once we made it…😭😄😄😄😄😄 it was worth it. We began to explore and take pictures. It was amazing! The enormous place itself, the people and their outfits, food stalls (lol), hundreds of portable toilets and jeez I can see people smoking weed everywhere!

We hop stages to stages, not caring which and who artists we’re going. We blend in with people and dance like there’s no tomorrow. 😃 It was awkward as hell at first, of course, but then I thought this people don’t even know me so I started not to care and dance the day away! I was all about jumping, shouting, raising my hand, moving like crazy and doing all those at the same time all day it was draining. I had to buy a beer every time to keep up!

My finale was Disclosure, but Helen chose Red Hot Chili Peppers. I wish to do both and even more, but it was impossible since every stage is like a mile apart lol. So I was like, fuck it, I can do this alone and join the crowd. Good thing though this guy came out of nowhere, who also couldn’t find his friends so we both dance the night away! See? I’m proud I took a leap of faith going solo. It ain’t that bad, as it turns out.