This weekend was festival of the sun which for the 3rd time turned into festival of the rain complete with mud puddles, yellow ponchos, tribal mud stripes and general grot. me and jess turned up by ourselves and got to the stage area and it was like a miniscule interpretation of what woodstock would be like for me. Everyone was drunk and happy and muddy and floaty and crazy and earthy. there was a little gig on the side stage with just guitars and drums and you could feel it through your legs and in your head and it was just amazing. we pushed our way into the front area and my god it was crazy. we were there for about 2 hours just kind of standing in the midst of all of this until we got split up and then wolf & cub came on. they were noise. i felt an inexplicable urge to mosh and be teenage so i did with muddy drunk men until i was soaked in mud and rain and beer. mud and beer played a large part in this festival. i found jess towards the end of it and then it all got so much better from there. the looser you were the better it was. the more pretty people with dreadlocks and piercings and bells in their hair danced with you and discussed bathrooms with you. the rest of the evening went pretty much the same until it got dark and we snapped glow sticks with our teeth and made universes on our clothes and hair. then we went home, watched ghost and slept.
we woke feeling grotty and drowsy, got dressed and left to be greeted by the sounds of the jezabels with their lead singer sounding a lot like sarah blasko which was some much needed morning listening.
then they were kind and gave out cds and badges to those who bothered to listen to them. they were so great. they were so nice. a little while later we encountered rin with some boy wearing red pants and glasses without the glass who would not stop jumping the whole conversation. thats when we were whisked away to his tent for some home brew vodka and mixer. mmm yum. the feeling of vodka is like a warm, thick feeling methylated spirits. the reason for the mixer was very quickly discovered once we both started gagging as we got to our second sip. unfortunately one side affect of getting tipsy was the bladder weakness. we got out of the tent to go dance and felt the mutual urge to pee a lot. we relieved ourselves and went quickly on our way to go dance. which we did. you feel very very loose and apparently my voice went up and octave. an hour later and the tipsiness wore off. thats when the energy drinks came out for me. they are gods gifts to fatigue. i would have died if it weren't for them. everything went crazy then and the sun came out and we danced to an improv sun praise song.watussi played next who were an enigma of samba dancing the then roger that came out in their sailor hats and embroidered t-shirts and i think they were the drunkest people there. case in point: a few acts later and "rocked out with their cocks out" that were conveniently covered by socks which then fell which were then thrown in some guys face in the crowd. they were lots of fun.
so time carried on and then kate miller-heidke came on who was quite sweet and then the panics who were amazing. everything about them is lovely. it took about 20 minutes for them to finally get on stage, during which jess was being stalked by some creepy drunk man in a stripy shirt who kept slow dancing with her. he was also alone, didn't say a word, started stroking her neck and it was just weird. so we bolted into the mosh (as fast as you can bolt through the sweaty masses) where a pretty boy with red hair said hi and we danced and we hugged and then he said hi again and i think if i were very drunk i would have kissed him because he was oh so nice but then the panics started so i ran off to jess and then we danced and jumped and i sang loudly and then i realised that i think i fell in love with him a little bit. and i think this postcard sums up my falling in love antics. it happens so much but it feels so great.
so pretty much this weekend is the most memorable of my life. 18 hours of raw happiness and dancing and letting go of everything so that everything else in life seems so menial. now my goal is to keep that feeling everytime i go out and can't make myself do anything. i've harnessed it. now i'm just hoping that a years worth of german rave parties and excessive tipsiness and happiness can happen. my god i really hope so.
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