I was drunker than a frat boy at a jungle juice party. Imagine: Lollapalooza 2011. Chicago. Hot and humid weather. My boyfriend Jeffrey and I were active alcoholics at the time, and alcohol was my bipolar treatment of choice.
We’d spent most of the day drinking tallboys of Bud Light while people watching and wandering the grounds of Grant Park swilling beer.
We didn’t even witness much music because for us, drinking was the main event. There are few things that give me greater joy than seeing an amazing headlining performance at a big festival like Lollapalooza.Read more on themighty.com