Festival weekends are not for the faint of heart. Or those with days jobs that start promptly at 9 am Monday mornings. I feel like a I got soaked in mildewy acid rain, hung up to dry in a desert, and then run over by a three-day long truck. In a good way.

I dressed perfect for day one, a mix of rain and sun in jeans, couple tanks and shoes. Shoes being crucial due to the mud pits that were quickly forming. Fanny pack kept me hands free and my wrist bands kept me in free beer, burritos, and 1% juice drinks. Mmmmm. Day two I just switched out the tanks for what my man refers to ask my "Hulkamania" shirt. Not smart. Definitely needed less things on my legs. I survived.

The ever popular Pitchfork Bingo by the lovely Alexis kept everybody busy in between bands. While looking for things like "Costume contest winner," "Stilettos," and "Gold's Gym T-shirt," I saw a few people pulling off looking both weather and event appropriate while also looking pretty good. How do they do it?

This woman looked great Saturday and amazingly on Sunday was wearing the exact same thing, but in red! Found a good look, and is sticking with it.

Loosely basing this look around baby blue accessories like the knee socks and sweatband, this dapper man gave all the neon tie-dye a run for the money in his pastel rainbow.

I have a feeling this one rarely gets it wrong.

We hadn't even made it inside before Tom tacked on Rule Number 3 to the list. Rule Number Three: Bathing suits are not tops. Or complete outfits.

And then there's the dude in the full Indian headdress and the couple covered head to toe in mud. (Couldn't bring myself to take pictures of these festival staples.) The people who go to festivals to get people-watched. Guaranteed attention when you wear a sheer hot pink skirt covered in ruffles and a silver sequin top. Puke. Unless, of course, you are King Kahn. Then I wonder why you switched out the purple hot pants for regular pants.