The Last Hurrah

3 nights, 2 days, and 1 massive music fest . . .

I've been content sweating under the covers, hiding from life all summer. That's what happens when you suffer from a broken heart.

After being away for most of the summer break, my best friend returns and tries to draw me out of my funk. She can try all she wants, but I'm not leaving my bed until school starts.

But then she dangles tickets to The Last Hurrah. Broken heart or not, this weekend-long music festival is not to be missed.

I expect the ...