A droplet of sweat drips down my face and overpower the defensive mechanisms of my eyelids crashing directly onto my pupil. This sudden shock gave me a moment of clarity as I check my watch and regained some of my composure. 6:04AM it read–I needed to pass out. Luckily my modest tent claimed a parcel very close to all of the action. Unfortunately thought this meant loud noises–all night–very loud noises.
Umpt tsk, Umpt tsk, Umpt TSK, UMPT TSK, UMMMMPT TSK. Bass pounded my head with reckless abandon as I struggled to interrerupt my watch. 8:09AM!?! Are people still partying from night or starting round tow? I honestly still cannot answer that question, but regardless, I slept very little throughout the festival.
Anyways, last ni… errr… earlier this morning I danced hard around innocent school bus surrounded by towering speakers. I think this symbolizes the festival quite well–everything is not always as it seems. Thus, I will start with a daytime picture of what the scene looked like a bit more sober.