acl awards 2015

well, we did it again.

another acl music festival is in the books.

we once again managed cram as much face-hurting laughter and friendship and music and shenanigans as possible into three short days.

please no one remind us that we are in our upper thirties.

my week-long recovery did that for you.

trip mvp award goes to joni this year, since she was the one who had to board an actual airplane to get there.  here we are all on our way to each other.

below is our obligatory "look-we-made-it" pic of the year.

best show of the weekend (in my opinion): the alabama shakes.  duh.  brittany howard is perfection.

most absurd purchase of the weekend goes to: my big red hat.

that sucker is huge.  it needs it's own hash tag.

#bigredhat

biggest shitshow: all of us on saturday.

the day started after breakfast with bloody mary's at becky's house and ended at 4 am on her porch.

oy.

funniest idea at the time: this jumping shot that only took fifteen tries to master.

 there was also a cartwheel contest.  smh.

 and lots of emotional drunk-hugging.

we should make a documentary called, "thirty-somethings at music festivals".

nobody would watch it and it would bomb at the box office, but it would be an interesting case study.

the best friend/worst nightmare (depending on your outlook) award goes to: ME! 

on saturday i guess i decided that the best way to show my love and affection to my friends was to hug-tackle them.

i'm sorry, not sorry.

 best duo: again goes to joni and becky.  best friends, former roommates, soulmates.

they have mastered the selfie, obviously.

mvp of late-night snacking goes to none other than acl-champion, jason webb.  he couldn't be bothered to lift his face from the crock-pot full of queso to take this picture.

this picture makes me laugh for days.  jason, i love you so.

best hostesses award goes to becky g. year after year. (blond aggie in front).  she feeds us, entertains us, and let's us hug-tackle her.  she is my angel.

 acl is wonderful and all, don't get me wrong.  i love the venue, i love the city, i love being able to see multiple shows a day, i love the music.

 but what the weekend is really about is these people.

somehow we found each other when we were eighteen years old and have refused to let go since.  we come together and laugh until we cry, every. single. time.

it could be in a dorm room, a college bar, a football stadium, at a wedding, on a farm, on an email or in a field at a music festival.

we are just happy to be together.

cheers to another great year under our belts.

sorry i tackled you.

love,

coco

p.s. band highlights for me (in case you were wondering about the actual music):

alabama shakes

leon bridges

sturgill simpson

alt-j

sylvan esso