While the mightiest of mighty martial arts kinda gangster music is playing in the background (Kung Fu Hustle, not great, but I do enjoy the sound of it) I will attempt to compose a summary of sorts.
I picked up Stranger thursday night, and went on dragging him and luggage thru old town in order for him to get some sights, part from you know, me and festival. We come home and Boyfriend was Wiiing (heh) his heart out.
Im retarded and forgot to leave a key at work, but we needed candy so it wasnt so bad.
Best friend and coworker said he looked lost.
And from here on its just drinking, grass, standing in line A LOT, geeky dancing, sexy cansei, and I admit he got me a bit too drunk (you know the town drunk? yeah, not pretty) all paths leading to the Calling of The Hun, which was awesome, but quite intimidating.
Day Two have more awesome bands, but shitty weather, also I was trying to keep my brain from splitting in two.
I did really enjoy Maccabees and Rufus Wainwright in particular, mostly cause Bright Eyes almost tore me apart.
Day Two also showed crappy planning from both my side and whatever fuckheads ran the festival.
Clearly they underestimated the amount of people attending, so lines for beer and ladies was goddamn right awful. Specially since I failed in my mission to hook Stranger up with random swedes, which I completely blame on the lack of cool people. Nyah. So for future reference; lack of beer plus Bright Eyes live in a sea of couples = not cool, man.
Good times, good times, but I need recovery and my linguistic superpowers back.
On a personal note, its a weird kinda mirror meeting someone who's technically from the past, only, you didnt realise until he showed up, and that makes you rethink a lot of the stuff that comes natural now.
This, my friends, is a good thing, but it eats energy like it was your soul.
Whenever people visit, I seem to be having the crappiest weekends; Bboy's working, weather is horribly brittish and some sort of money issue. This time around it didnt phase me though.
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