Music Midtown Vibes

Festivals have a reputation of being life changing- people having ridiculous visions while under the influence of weird drugs cause them to suddenly realize the meaning of life. 

Well… I am not really into drugs but jumping around in the pouring rain listening to my future husband, James Bay, sing is certainly one way for me to realize the meaning of life… or at least have a really good time. 

I can rough it. I know how to wrap up in a sleep sack and cuddle with some bed bugs, however, nothing beats coming home to the 42nd concierge level of the 4-star Marriott Marquis in Downtown Atlanta. Not only did I wake up to studding city view but the continental breakfast in bed was a great way to start the morning. 

24-hour service, cocktail hour and breakfast are some of a girls best friends. The Marquis team was more than helpful in getting us where we needed to go, getting us pizza in a desperate situation and making sure our stay was extraordinary. 

If you have been following us you know we are a boozy bunch, so naturally before we dance all day at a festival we have to sample some of the local grub and the best drinks in town. 

Day one we headed to the famous Ladybird Grove and Messhall where we sampled mimosas, gin drinks, bloody marys, breakfast burgers, hot chicken and biscuits, breakfast tacos, and if that doesn’t sound like enough, the winners were the biscuits and gravy with a fried egg on top and the Mengas— kind of like epic nachos smothered in deliciousness. 

I wish I knew more about rap music. I wish I could drop the beat and spit some mad rhymes, but I was not born with any sort of rhythm so Day 1 was spent attempting to recognize and learn all sorts of rap songs. 

Although I failed miserably, I did it in style. I was wearing a tight Fabletics sports top with Urban Outfitters vintage high rise cut-off shorts and one of their cozy flannels wrapped around my waist. Hipster, I know, but what did you expect? I braided my hair in what I thought was as even as I could get it and danced my ass off. 

Day two I knew a few more people: James Bay, Nathaniel Ratliff and the Nightsweats, Alabama Shakes, The Lumineers, Joseph, and the rest of my Spotify artist lists lit up the stages. If that line up doesn’t sound awesome then we obviously can’t be friends but I digress. 

We headed out early to the amazing Nook right at the edge of Piedmont Park. They are famous for the Totchos, which are golden brown tater tots, covered in cheese, bacon, and all other kinds of delicious stuff. I don’t want to give too much away because I want you to go read our Boozy Brunch article all about it. Yes, that is what I like to call a product plug. 

I skipped through the rain in my gorgeous Hazel top sponsored by Kate Lyn’s Boutique to the front gates of Music Midtown Day 2!

All morning long the rain came pouring down and just as the skies started to clear up, they called a two hour rain delay. 

After avoiding the park police for about a half an hour we were finally kicked out of the park into the angry mob of furious fest heads. We finally made it down the block to a massive dance party (more my kind of people, my mother always said you are’t going to melt in the rain.) Finally we got the blessed text messages saying that the gates have re-opened and joined the flood of people running back to Piedmont Park. If you are not wearing appropriate running shoes, do not run, trust me. 

Three beautiful hours later of magical music, dancing in the rain, and pretending to be much more intoxicated then we actually were, Alabama Shakes brought the festival to an end and we took our muddy butts back to the hotel. 

The cleaning crew must have thought we dumped a bucket of dirt in the tub because the mud we washed off of ourselves left a pretty little dirt rim in the porcelain tub. We are usually much better house guests I promise. 

I wish I had more pictures to share, but sadly, my phone and camera were both casualties of the rain. 

I did not have a drug induced, live-changing vision but I now see why almost every song has a pouring down rain reference in them. Magical. 

If you have never been to a festival— go. Lace up those dirty (or clean but don’t expect them to look the same after) converse, jump around like a mad person and let it go, leave it to the breeze. (That was a James Bay reference if you didn’t catch it.)