Took off to Byron Bay to work at Falls Festival. Drove from Melbourne with two awesome girls and one passive-aggressive faux-hippy, camping at Belanglo State forest half-way through where we creeped ourselves out next to a little lake over beers. We took turns driving and ate chips and crackers for every meal. I remember Alice and I sleeping in the back seat and waking up to La Femme playing at dusk.
Despite many internal discussions with myself about not being completed fucked on New Years day for the first time in 6 years, I spent the first few hours of the 1st of Jan on ket and speed in the back of a ute. If it hadn't have been so fun I would scold myself for not even having the decency to stick to MDMA.
Went back to the tent with M at 4am, listened to a story that is so devastatingly common among woman I love, and passed out after sharing a joint on her blow up mattress under a purple sky.
Loved all the people I met personally, didn't care too much for the crowd as a whole.
Music in general was as you would expect. Nothing stood out. Mainstream average. 2/5. Still fun while fucked. Evidence of me on a new friends shoulders for 'Covered in Chrome' for the 3rd time in the last year as documented by M.
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| Just in case you were thinking looking cool and being sun safe were mutually exclusive... Think again, mate. |
