#sunfest 2016

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SunFest 2016

SunFest was a party sponsored by produce companies Sunlight International, Sun World, and Sun Pacific held during the weekend of PMA. The marketing was made to invoke a grungy rock concert, celebrating the band, Lucero, and the party’s attitude of being high on fun and low on spectacle.

Sunlight International © Dulcich, Sun Word © Sun World, Sun Pacific ©  Sun Pacific Produced while on staff at Marketing Plus

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Brittany Howard of Alabama Shakes at Sunfest 2016

[jaimejoshi]

So, this is what a girl looks like on Monday morning after Sunfesting at the acceptable level. 

Let’s all say a little prayer of thanks for mascara, shall we? 

Sunfest 2016: 

- Five days - three of which were work days. One of which I wrote a pretty solid piece.  - Approximately 27 miles walked/danced - a solid five of which were from dancing on the ESPN barge alone.   - Subsisting on blueberry vodka lemonade+iced coffee - the magical elixirs which give you life...or at least prevent you from dying quite so hard.  - Being right there for Salt ‘N Pepa, The Roots and Alabama Shakes. Literally right there. Salt basically baptized me with her water bottle.  - Meeting Aubrey Logan from Postmodern Jukebox. I have this whole thing I want to write about the clever girl’s brand of sexy versus the pouty-lipped, dead-eyed, Kylie Jenner brand of sexy but it’s gonna have to wait because right now, the only thing I can form cogent sentences about is Sunfest and Game of Thrones (We should all just totally stab Caesar Ramsey, right?) - Seeing Duran Duran, Jason Derulo, Death Cab for Cutie, Shovels and Rope and the chaos of Steve Aoki. I still don’t get that cake thing.  - Curmudgeonly Uber drivers - “Hi! How are you?” “Annoyed.” “Uh...ok...?” - Sunburn, dehydration, tinnitus, achy feet everything (thanks, rheumatoid arthritis!), a stuffy nose, a cough and precious little sleep - almost all of which are remarkably evident in that picture.

I had a Murtaugh moment and groused that I was too old for this shit (probably while I was at Steve Aoki) but here’s the thing.

I’m not. 

I mean, I’m functioning in Safe Mode today but I just spent the past five days dancing in the sunshine and the starlight to live music with the people I love. 

Thereby making me the luckiest bastard on the planet. 

The sunburn and pain are temporary and will fade away soon enough. But the memory of hearing really amazing news, the memory of shimmying on a swaying barge with people I genuinely adore and the memory of my boyfriend wrapping me in his arms during Alabama Shakes’ Hold On and hearing him sing along to a song we’ve heard a million times at home? 

I get to keep that forever. 

God, I love West Palm.

[bastillesmiths]