So months ago, when it was still cold outside and we averaged about 4.7 hours of daylight, I made grand plans with two of my friends from back home to go to a music festival the weekend of May 4th.
And we sent endless texts and emails about what we would wear and what we would do. We fantasized about how perfect our maxi dresses and boho headbands and tank tops would look in pictures as we lounged on blankets on the fluffy green grass, eating cheese and wine, basking in the sun. We'd spend our morning laying by the pool to get just the perfect sun-kissed glow.
And finally....finally the day was upon us. The girls were here with suitcases exploding with fedoras and flip flops....and that day...that day, looked something like this.
please notice the "field"....of mud. Also, the woman in the winter coat....because the high was 48.
Needless to say, a change of plans was needed.
Naturally, when a girl has to be inside on what should be a nice summer's day,
financial suicide shopping happens.
Snapping pictures in the literal 7 minutes of sun we had the entire weekend
We did manage to make it out to a super fun dinner at hot spot Barcelona. Thank God for valet parking
I swear, Charleston people are so put together. They had suitcases of jewels and patterned tops enough to fill a boutique! Don't even get me started on that top knot she put up in 2 minutes with about 1.5 bobby pins.
On Sunday, the weather toyed with our emotions. Yes, it did. It started off with 90% chance of rain and then dropped to 60%. While it was by no means sunny....or warm, we were hopeful that at least the entire ocean wasn't pouring out of the sky. After missing two full days of concerts, we decided to brave the elements so we could see the LUMINEERS! We were so excited. And literally, the moment our toes hit the pavement....the sky opened up.
We roughed it out through about 70% of the concert though because they were UGH-mazing. But then decided to call it a night because I was sick, had an 8am flight to catch, we were all freezing and, let's be real, Cheesecake Factory was calling our name.
In our "panic mode" Kat and Kristin ended up buying Hunter boots which, upon investing $150 in rubber shoes, forced us to stay on the the pavement....staring at the food trucks across the field.
Not the summer ensembles we had envisioned.
And lastly...my non-Ho-Hey favorite song by the Lumies.