My memory in bullet point form (minus the bullets):
Awesome parking. $30 bucks well spent.
Eating chimichurrie fries from 4505. Reeeeally gooood.
Hospitality! Although, I prefer bands that have fun and act slightly more humble (wow, do I sound like douche! but...), especially with this kind of fun music. The band seemed kind of, I don't know, cunty. Example: in a vaguely bored and subtle foreign accent "We're so excited to be playing on this beautiful vessel." Dooon't doooo thaat. Motherfucker, it's an island. Treasure Island Music Festival. Separate thought, but a concurring moment: The sit down seduction. Boys hitting on girls. You come and sit down, very very close to single girls and you settle into a sensual reclining pose. Is this what the kids are doing now a days?
Intense people watching. Stylish, weird, Wearing.Those.Boots/Middrift/Stockings/Leggings/etc., boobs.
Posting up in the intermittent shade of the ferris wheel.
Coffee, orange juice, water, snap.
Orange juice + mango = delicious.
Mango juice + orange juice = why would you do that?
Disgusting.
Blonde bitchhh. let. me. tell. you. Hust. ling. us. for. some. water. She was cool. Until she drank straight out of Dom's water bottle without asking. What is wrong with you?
Bumping into co workers. Work talk. But, fuuuuuun.
Other bands.
Porto potty theory. Go where no one else goes. So walk to the farthest porto potties. But what if everyone else is thinking the same thing? Pee and poo particles. Kitty litter for humans.
I noticed, the mohawk hairdo is big with fem/hip seemingly gay dudes and lesbian asian chicks. I'm somewhere in between. I'm asian, I like dudes and I have a vagina. It is only slightly narcissistic to hit on me when we look exactly the same, girl washing your hands across from me. And no, I didn't just make up that husband story to let you down easy.
I am married to a dude with a pre op penis, who chooses to live his life as a man.
Got it.
I think it was Silent Disco next. Weird, but cool. Submerged in music, but dancing in silence. Don't yell over the music ya dummy! Take the headphones off and talk at a normal volume. Me, waack. Just a lil.
M83. Chill. Music made visual. Perfect at moments.
Gossip. Waaaackin. Shamefully. People. Looking. Me. Feel Weird.
The XX. Yes. Awesome. Minimal. Perfect. Smooth. Ughhhhh. That's that shit I DO like. Feelings. Emotions in music form. And influenced by dance music. They make that statement make sense.
Last porto potty experience at the end of the night. SQUAT! Don't sit down. Thank God for portable sinks! And I forgot to mention the dance that goes with pumping the foot pedal for water. There's a dance.
Merch table to buy the Best Coast and Hospitality albums. Sold out. Impulsed bought a $25 dollar tshirt instead. No Jenny. Don't do that. I'm gonna have to wear the shit out of this shirt.
Doin hipster things with mah frenzz.
Jenny
Pictures on Instagram: jennebones. Facebook.
Awesome parking. $30 bucks well spent.
Eating chimichurrie fries from 4505. Reeeeally gooood.
Hospitality! Although, I prefer bands that have fun and act slightly more humble (wow, do I sound like douche! but...), especially with this kind of fun music. The band seemed kind of, I don't know, cunty. Example: in a vaguely bored and subtle foreign accent "We're so excited to be playing on this beautiful vessel." Dooon't doooo thaat. Motherfucker, it's an island. Treasure Island Music Festival. Separate thought, but a concurring moment: The sit down seduction. Boys hitting on girls. You come and sit down, very very close to single girls and you settle into a sensual reclining pose. Is this what the kids are doing now a days?Intense people watching. Stylish, weird, Wearing.Those.Boots/Middrift/Stockings/Leggings/etc., boobs.
Naked lady statue shade
+ waiting for someone to fall off the tiny trampolines
+ bananas & chocolate
funnel cake
= best funnel cake ever.
Korean
bbq
tacos, ehhhh.
Coffee, orange juice, water, snap.
Orange juice + mango = delicious.
Mango juice + orange juice = why would you do that?
Disgusting.
Blonde bitchhh. let. me. tell. you. Hust. ling. us. for. some. water. She was cool. Until she drank straight out of Dom's water bottle without asking. What is wrong with you?
Bumping into co workers. Work talk. But, fuuuuuun.
Other bands.
Porto potty theory. Go where no one else goes. So walk to the farthest porto potties. But what if everyone else is thinking the same thing? Pee and poo particles. Kitty litter for humans.
I noticed, the mohawk hairdo is big with fem/hip seemingly gay dudes and lesbian asian chicks. I'm somewhere in between. I'm asian, I like dudes and I have a vagina. It is only slightly narcissistic to hit on me when we look exactly the same, girl washing your hands across from me. And no, I didn't just make up that husband story to let you down easy.
I am married to a dude with a pre op penis, who chooses to live his life as a man.
Got it.
BEST COAST!!!
Dance dance dance dance dance,
sit down,
slow dance,
DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE.
I think it was Silent Disco next. Weird, but cool. Submerged in music, but dancing in silence. Don't yell over the music ya dummy! Take the headphones off and talk at a normal volume. Me, waack. Just a lil.M83. Chill. Music made visual. Perfect at moments.
Gossip. Waaaackin. Shamefully. People. Looking. Me. Feel Weird.
The XX. Yes. Awesome. Minimal. Perfect. Smooth. Ughhhhh. That's that shit I DO like. Feelings. Emotions in music form. And influenced by dance music. They make that statement make sense.
Last porto potty experience at the end of the night. SQUAT! Don't sit down. Thank God for portable sinks! And I forgot to mention the dance that goes with pumping the foot pedal for water. There's a dance.
Merch table to buy the Best Coast and Hospitality albums. Sold out. Impulsed bought a $25 dollar tshirt instead. No Jenny. Don't do that. I'm gonna have to wear the shit out of this shirt.
Doin hipster things with mah frenzz.
Jenny
Pictures on Instagram: jennebones. Facebook.
