It’s warm out! Guys! This is huge! We can sit outside! We can rationalize daydrinking! We can get tan! There is no end to my excitement at this.
One of the other great things about warm weather though is music festivals. To be honest, I’ve never been to a proper music festival (Coachella, Bonnaroo, Gurtenfest, their ilk). However, I’ve been to Spring Weekend, Brown’s big concert series/debauchery marathon, and it’s fairly similar I hear. One wants to look casual, not wear anything that can’t get covered in beer, and not overheat, but also look artsy and cool. Penn has Fling, and Princeton has Lawn Parties (the style of which I will not even address here, except that I hear Lilly Pulitzer is always a good choice), and maybe this summer you’ll find yourself somewhere cool and music-ish and you will wonder what to wear. Fear not!
How to Wear it
The first day of Spring Weekend at Brown is the SPEC carnival. This means everyone gets buzzed on lemonade and vodka in a snapple bottle they bought with meal credits, and we go out to the main green and try to ride a mechanical bull, or climb up some big inflated obstacle course. Do not wear a dress. Everyone will see your butt. Everyone. Do bring a disposable camera, because those kinds of pictures are the best.
Concerts! Whoooo! You are so in the spirit of this. You are not tired yet. You will be perky forever. You are the living physical embodiment of Spring Weekend. You are going to wear fringy things and a sundress and cool american sneakers every day of your goddamn life. You are just feeling this right now, you know? Man.
On the Sunday of Spring Weekend, the Greek folks hire this man named Dave Binder to sing ‘Country Roads’ for us while we try to remember what the difference is between being drunk, being hungover, and being so deliriously tired that you hallucinate. I hear there is in fact a way to distinguish these feelings. Anyway, sunglasses are required. The thing I like about maxi dresses is that they feel like big pajamas. Take that as you may. Another viable option is that of the Bro-Tank. I fully plan to identify myself as an AEΠ groupie (does it count if I’m dating one of them? Probably).
On day four you pass out. On day six, you rise.