In the wee hours of morning day two I walked to the port-a-potties in lot 7. There was only one other girl waiting to use one when I got there. She was opening every single door and dramatically slamming it with disgust. I asked her, "what's the deal? is there vomit everywhere or something?". She says without missing a beat, "It's just, like, I don't think they flush!".
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they only cray cray thing i saw was during mgmt. my friend and i were on the left side of the soundboard. the crowd in front of us was a bit thick, and as a few people parted, i saw a guy laying on the ground. at first i couldn't tell if he was just waiting for foster the shithole or if he needed help. a girl came back to us and asked for water for the guy, which we gladly gave up. security was there, putting up X's to get the band to stop playing. all of a sudden dude woke up, and like a screaming jet ran full speed away from the stage. truly bizarre.
A fight erupting between two drugged out girls as the Calvin Harris playlist came to an end, apparently realizing that the good times were really over for good. The crowd wasn't sure whether to break it up, or try to rage to it. I just wanted access into the beer gardens, but the potential of blood had patches of hair sprouting up all over my body, the martianic rays from the recent blood moon amplifying the general hate thirst of myself and everyone around me. Good times.
The girl fight that almost erupted by the ferris wheel weekend one, day one. One female innocently bumped into another young lady and it was on! Girl cussed her out ran after her and started swinging and going for the all to familiar hair pull. two guys pulled then apart and the next thing i heard was someone saying "Happy Coachella".
The other was during Capital Cities this couple next to me sparked up a joint and and the guy said to the woman as she took a huge hit from the joint "You get cancer, i just wanna get high" as he grabbed her and planted his mouth around hers and shot gunned the smoke.
"I wish I could take my grandpa to Coachella" (they were referring to my dad).
"I don't think this shit is working," said a dude I was standing next to at Broken Bells who smoked something prior to the set.
"There's still more people here than there were at The Stone Roses," said one guy in reference to Neko Case's crowd.
"Your hand is such a slut," said one guy after I gave a girl he was with a high five.
"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY 4/20!" A bunch of dudes standing behind me at Nas said that.
some dude randomly screaming loud as hell "HAPPY 4-20!!! " at 5 a.m in tent camping, waking up what seemed like the entire community (those that were sleeping, that is)
A girl was seriously and violently backing her ass up on some guy in the beer garden during Calvin Harris' set. The guy was just standing there looking on with his arms crossed while the girl works his crotch, we assumed that was his girl but minutes after an intense round of ass grinding, homeboy says to the girl "please stop and leave" and she does so without batting an eyelash and never comes back.
Monday morning weekend 2 a complete dickhead in a golf cart gave my crew shit for no reason. Some Aussies decided to leave us all their camping supplies because we helped them jump their car. So after taking down most of our site we went over to theirs (a few spots down) and began taking down the canopy and one of the tents.
Within a few minutes, some schmuck on a golfcart comes up and says something like "are you guys scavenging?", veryyy menacing. We go no no, we helped some aussies yada yada. He goes "scavengering is not allowed, you guys need to leave, you have 2 minutes". I was dumbfounded. What? 2 minutes? He zooms off on his cart. Fucker. We take down the rest of the stuff, he comes back 5 minutes later and says "ok guys, pack it up, enough" and zooms back away. What a dick. Give a guy a golfcart or a horse and they think they are king of the fucking world.
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Why don't they allow scavenging? There is something like 10k tons of waste after the festival
Last year our whole crew was heading back to our house rental across the street. We were all hammered as usual, some of us were on bikes and some were walking. A couple of us on our bikes were riding slow, riding in circles and zig zagging in the street to not ditch those walking...then one of the girls (sooo drunk) goes to circle around the group like she'd been doing, turns the handle bars too much and SMACK! Face plants on the cement. We all rush over to get the bike off of her and pick her up and then the first thing said-is my buddy Adam "Hey, if your not going to be riding anymore can I use your bike?!"
No are you okay?! or Oh my god!
I was dying laughing... while giving him so much shit ofcourse
I have done that exact same thing. I was in Dublin and was zigzagging through the poles that stop cars from entering the pedestrian area. I lost control and never even took my hands off the handlebars. My face took the full impact. Good times!
You're too sweet.
Why would people not take their booze with them?
A lot of people fly in. We had a couple from Colorado in the next site over (Gave us bud n Booze, so my friend took the bud, and I took the booze). The Canadians behind us left a case of bud light and a bunch of gatorade. That's just two small groups. If we'd gone camp to camp? You do the numbers. No one is going to take a case of beer on an airplane.
At the back of Sahara during start of Alesso. A narc sees my friend getting some contraband in her purse for us, he walks over to both of us, puts his arms around both of us and says. "Do you know where I can buy Molly?" With her purse still open and dominos in clear sight, we both shake our heads "NOPE...." He smiles and keeps on patrolling on to the next group.
Some Bro's "Brochella" t-shirt that said, "riding that train, high on brocaine."
Much like 99.9998% of your posts in every thread.
St.Vincent-Florence-BrandNew-Desaparecidos-OFF-ChicanoBatman-Mě-NightTerrorsOf1927-Drake... nah, just kidding, Fuck Drake