merely talk

Alrighty...where did I leave off. Oh yes.

So we finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. We pulled up to the gate and a nice man gave us wrist bands in exchange for our tickets and told us to have a great weekend. As we drove into the festival we were told that there were no more camping spots left in the camping area, so we turned into the parking lot (which was just a big field where lots of people had already set up). We parked the car and got out. It was around 10:30 and we were supposed to meet a friend of Amy's at the food village at 10:30, so we locked the doors and hurried over.

The actual festival was amazing. There were flashing lights, glow lights, Christmas lights and black lights. They even had this green lazer that was shooting out into the sky. It seemed to go on forever, like it was going straight into space. It was hella cool. And there was art everywhere, and music everywhere. The entire place had this creative vibe going on. You could feel it in the air.

Christina wasn't at Common Grounds. But we were late. Amy and her had made a plan to go back to the kiosk ever hour on the half hour. So we waited for 15 minutes and then headed back to the car so we'd be able to set up the tent. We figured even though it was dark, we'd probably be much better off if we set up the tent that night, instead of in the early hours of the morning after we'd been out dancing all night.

The tent set up took awhile. And by the time it was standing it was 11:30. I stayed there to blow up the air mattress and get the sleeping bags and pillows organized, while Amy went to go find Christina once again. The air mattress blowy uppy thing was of great use, and when Amy came back a half an hour later we were ready to go.

We got changed out of our skirts and tank tops and into warmer clothing, the temperature had dropped quite severely, and my teeth had started chattering. We got into the car and grabbed some cokes and a flask of rum and tried to mix them. Our method was to drink a little coke out of the can, and then pour the rum in. It didn't work very well mostly because the rum didn't mix, and just sat on top. So that first sip was quite the shocker. It wasn't even very good rum...some might even call it really, really gross.

Amy came up with the bright idea to pour our two cans into one another, back and forth, to mix the rum in. And it worked magically. Then she also came up with the bright idea that we should do shots of the really, really gross rum. This involved us plugging our noses, taking a swig and then guzzling gingerale as a chaser. It was gross, but it was warm.

So we were ready to head out. We went wandering into the woods first, which involved walking past the main stage. In the woods there were three more stages with DJ's spinning. The first one we came across was in this giant sand pit. There was a long green light that was shooting just across peoples heads and it looked awesome. I was still sipping my rum and coke and my stomach was feeling a little woozy so I decided to wait to dance for a little while, Amy went off on to the dance floor while I waited on the sidelines. The first thing that happened was three girls stripped down to only their shoes (and one didn't even have those on) came running past me and started dancing. And it was at that moment I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

I went and found a seat on a log and just people watched. And trust me there were plenty of people to people watch. After a few minutes a girl sat down next to me and started talking. First she made small talk and then asked me if I knew where she could get some pills. I didn't and she took off. Then an artsy, hippie-like man came and sat next to me. He was very high and he told me all about the abstract art he created. It actually sounded very cool, and he was really nice. So it was a lot of fun talking to him. He eventually took off, and soon after Amy came back. We went off to go find Christina again and to explore the rest of the festival.

Amy had overheard our neighbor's saying the FreakNasty was going to be on the main stage at 3am, and she really wanted to check him out, but we were both battling serious exhaustion. We had both decided to spend the entire weekend clean and the long drive and late hour was starting to take it's toll. We headed back to our camp site and crashed there. We got into the car because it was warmer and ee both took little cat naps with the seats reclined, but it was still too cold for me, so I crawled into the tent and got into my sleeping bag. And quarter to 3 Amy woke me up, and gave me her touque and we headed off to the main stage.

FreakNasty was awesome. He had long dreads piled on his head and he looked a lot like Bob Marley. He even played some Bob Marley ( a lot of the DJ's seemed to cater to the hippie feel of the festival, I guess that's called knowing your audience). We both danced for a few hours, the dancing sorta helped me warm up, but not as much as I had hoped it would. And as the sky got lighter I decided it was time for me to go to bed. It helped that my knees kept buckling. I left Amy at the main stage and went and stumbled back to our tent. Amy came a few minutes later and we were both zonked out just as the sun came up.