Press pass. Check. VIP pass. Check. Ready to watch a few thousand attendees get wild. Check.
Between Calvin Harris' amazing set, Steve Aoki's champagne outpoor, and Cut Copy's heavenly tunes, I'd be a liar if I said that this year's Pacific Festival was solely a good time. I embraced a few long lost faces while I was serenaded by 50+ artists from morning till night. Just a good time? Wrong. A great time.
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