In Which I Attend An EDM Festival and Am Not Horrified

This past weekend was probably the most hilarious juxtaposition of concerts that I’ve ever experienced. One minute I was chilling at a Wilco and Bob Dylan show with dads and old hippies, and the next I was raving it up at the neon-infused EDM (electronic dance music) festival that is HARD Summer.

To put it in visual perspective, here is Saturday:

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vs. Sunday:

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Yeah, I don’t really know either.

But I swear: It was one of the most memorable weekends of my life.

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