I am the sort of middle-aged person who wouldn't go near anything like the block party, but would be a very good sport about it if I lived in one of those nearby luxury condos - particularly if It had a balcony. So someone should buy me one so that I can be a goodwill ambassador and run interference with all my cranky, uptight, not-taxed-enough middle-aged neighbors.

When bottle rockets go off at 10:30 pm, you will become jealous and curious as to how anyone snuck anything fun in when the security guards were so thorough they rifled through your makeup bag—opening your blush (??)—every single time you came in throughout the day.

People who set off bottle rockets in a crowded event should be beat senseless by a mob. There is a reason bottle rockets are illegal in most States--they are an incredible eye hazard.

Way too much texting and taking video of the band you're too short to actually see while aiming it slightly off stage

this looks awful

Great recap. Funny. Strange how Emily's other post today is so awful.

I talked to that enthusiastic weed rep for SO LONG before realizing that he didn't have anything to sell or give away.

That damn weed rep in the Vita VIP!

He was so excited about precisely measured doses of clean carbon cannabis!

Regarding hot trends, I'm glad I didn't follow through on my idea of "jerseys of world cup national teams" since many other people were already on that bandwagon.

@2 - They were pretty harmless, mostly smoke and whistle—I don't think they make 'em like they used to. You're more likely to get teen trampled or burnt with a cigarette. Or forced to claw your own eyes out by a weed rep.

@5 - Nuh uh, friend. Each and every one of my posts from yesterday were top-notch, hand-crafted, high-quality gems. Like ALWAYS.

So are hipsters putting down their headdresses and embracing Tommy Bahama now?

It would have been cooler if it drizzled on Drizzy