You never forget your first. Portola is still my favorite music festival. In 2022, J and I succumbed to peer pressure and impulsively bought tickets during the pre-sale, just days before I visited an open house for what would become our little oasis in the Dogpatch district of San Francisco. The growth of the festival, and my newfound passion for EDM, has been intertwined with us learning to call the Bay home. I still have a lot of nostalgia for the 2022 festival (“I survived the Great Warehouse Stampede of 2022”), but each year Portola gets better and better. (And unfortunately ticket prices get higher and higher.) Since moving here, the majority of my new friends in this city (and abroad!) are festival friends. When I quit my last law firm, if someone had told me that I would spend my newly earned leisure time and my BigLaw paycheck cultivating a love for raves, I would have scoffed and asked if you were on something. Now, the person who’s likely on something is... kidding, kidding. This Portola I did nothing but 5 mg of weed gummies and had a mind-blowing weekend. The eclectic lineup, the energy of the crowd, and the unique location (Saleforce dildo to the north, industrial Bayview to the south, Sutro’s foggy sunset to the west, and the Bay stretched across the east) - it is a festival like no other.
Til next year
xx