This past weekend was crazy busy with my sister Nini coming into town. We kicked things off with a Jack Johnson show on Friday. The whole experience almost took a turn for the worse when we got to the gate and realized that instead of having two concert tickets, we had a ticket and a receipt. I took off the wrong stinking piece of paper! Thankfully the concert-goers behind us had an extra and gave it to us. Saved by the strangers! The show started right when we walked in, so we were quick to find our spot on the lawn...surrounded by the smell of...as Nini described...burning icing, burning trash, fruit and Spencers and drunk middle aged people grinding on each other. hum.
Next up, rain. Not just a little rain, I'm talking torrential downpour...with zero umbrellas. I came prepared and splashed around in my rainboots, but Nini got stuck in some mud in her flippy floppies. Even with all of the rain, we still danced and sang along at the top of our lungs.
Jack Johnson made it rain...on dem hoes. ha. Love.
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