After seeing the lineup for ACL 2014, I knew I had to be there. With big acts like Outkast, Eminem & Pearl Jam, it was bound to be an ode to the 90’s kids. After months of anticipation, the weekend finally arrived and I planned to experience it in its entirety. Nic and I made our way downtown on Friday afternoon, hungry for festival food and some good music. Let’s just say that in order to enjoy large festivals, you really have to go with the flow. I’m more of an introvert, meaning I’d rather watch people than actually interact with them. With that being said, I noticed that I am no longer young in festival terms. This was both saddening and empowering. Move out of my way youngins, a real 90’s kid coming through! Unfortunately my new found authority didn’t give me extra inches, so I had to depend on the screens to really see anything. Front row or not, Outkast was amazing. You know what else was amazing? The food. The year before I restricted myself and avoided what I really wanted. I did not make the same mistake twice. I inhaled: pizza, fried shrimp & avocado, kettle corn, a watermelon aqua fresca, and a Tiff Treats “tiffblitz.” Unfortunately, my sampling was cut a day short because on Saturday night I decided to be a (sober) idiot. Eminem’s performance was all that I could have asked for and I was seriously as happy as could be walking back to our car (which was two miles away because plainly put, parking sucks). We aimed to take the shortest way back, which meant crossing over railroad tracks. We saw the train was a bit away and we all (four of us) made the decision to run across. I was wearing incredibly nonathletic shoes and did this weird run/walk thing across the tracks, tripped and catapulted my face into the rail. I can seriously still hear the noise my head made when hitting the steel. Thankfully I wasn’t knocked unconscious and was able to get up and make it to safety. The train coming makes it sound incredibly dramatic, but it wasn’t down to the wire. I mean I had time to trip and fall, so I obviously should have just calmly walked across. Next time I still think I’ll wait patiently for it to pass. Snap back to reality and I have to go to the hospital. I felt fine, but onlookers’ reactions, and the fact that I couldn’t see, told me that there was blood. Once we got to the hospital I made the mistake of letting the emergency room nurses know that I was okay. I say ‘mistake’ because that meant I wasn’t a priority and that me and my face, which seriously resembled stage makeup for a murder victim, could wait. I thought I just needed to be cleaned up, but the doctor decided stitches were necessary, which were a first for me. Nic sat with me the whole time, withstanding the judgmental looks when I said “I fell.” All in all, ACL was great. I just wish the scar I’ll have as a reminder was from a heroic act rather than me just being clumsy.