It’s an oasis for pot smokers, with almost everybody sparking blunts and hitting pipes once the headliners take the stage. Although weed is usually confiscated at the entrance, concertgoers somehow always manage to sneak it in (cochinos), and security always seems more occupied with drunk macho fuckheads. While not as beautiful as hitting a bong as you watch the sun go down at the beach, getting to dance with a lit joint in your mouth to your favorite music without worring about getting kicked out or thrown in handcuffs is the way things should be.
Readers’ Choice: The beach
