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Justin Bieber Put In Chokehold By Coachella Security

Justin Bieber had a memorial exit from the Coachella Festival this weekend. The pop star was put in a chokehold by festival security and then kicked out of the event, according to Complex

Coachella 2015 Guide: Music Festival Map, After Parties, Directions, Food Vendors And More

The West Coast’s most anticipated concert series of the year is here: Coachella 2015, the desert festival that draws tens of thousands of music lovers and celebrities to Indio, California, for one of the biggest parties of the summer concert season. Here’s your complete guide to this year’s festivities, including festival maps, how to get there and the scoop on the best after-parties and food ...

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TWITTER INTERVIEW with Noisia! On Thursday on 25 June @SeaDanceFest asks Main St...

On Thursday on 25 June @SeaDanceFest asks Main Stage performers Noisia (@Noisia_nl) your questions in a twitter interview! Until then, tweet us or ask in a comment of this post whatever it is you'd like us to ask them using #SDFAsks. The best ones will head straight to them on Thursday at 9 pm CET. And follow SDF on: https://twitter.com/SeaDanceFest

U četvrtak 25. juna @SeaDanceFest će postavljati vaša pitanja za ovogodišnje izvođače Main bine Sea Dance Festivala – Noisia (@Noisia_nl)! Do tad, putem twittera (ili u komentarima ovog posta) pitajte šta god želite uz hešteg #SDFAsks. Najzanimljivija pitanja postavljamo u četvrtak u 9 pm CET. I pratite SDF na: https://twitter.com/SeaDanceFest

Posted on 23 June 2015

See, listen, and turn up the greatest hits of the Exit Adventure in one spot! Fr...

See, listen, and turn up the greatest hits of the Exit Adventure in one spot! From the uncompromised leaders of the world's top charts to generational anthems, from rising stars to those whose light keeps shining for decades, from Petrovaradin Fortress to Jaz beach! Watch the whole video, share it and win special prizes! More info: http://bit.ly/1LnRLab

Exit Adventure 2015 Greatest Hits!

Posted on 22 June 2015

Posted on 22 June 2015

"Uvek se odlično provedemo u Srbiji i tako će biti i ovog puta. Imaćemo opak „Mo...

"Uvek se odlično provedemo u Srbiji i tako će biti i ovog puta. Imaćemo opak „Motorhead“ šou i nadamo se da će se i fanovima dopasti. Zaista se radujemo koncertu, naročito jer festival slavi jubilej. Samo nastavite pa ćete i vi dočekati 40 godina kao „Motorhead“. \m/

Lemi Kilmister za "Blic": Šljivovicu nikad više
Lemi Kilmister za Blic Šljivovicu nikad više Malo je ostalo istinskih muzičkih velikana poput frontmena sastava Motorhed O svom autentičnom životu rok zvezde muzici i nastupu na Egzitu (10 jul) ekskluzivno za Blic govori Lemi Kilmister

Posted on 22 June 2015

"Imao je svoje uspone, padove, prevrate, ali je iz svega izlazio i ponovo stajao...

"Imao je svoje uspone, padove, prevrate, ali je iz svega izlazio i ponovo stajao na noge. EXIT je deo savremenog života ove zemlje i regiona i takvog treba da ga negujemo. EXIT diše sa nama i za nas, a mi, publika, činimo festival i on nam uzvraća najbolje što ume" hvala VICE Srbija, podeli ljubav! ♥ #EXIT2015

Petnaest godina EXIT festivala u fotografijama | VICE | Srbija
Petnaest godina EXIT festivala u fotografijama.

Posted on 20 June 2015

Beatport is counting down the best 20 festival locations, and they featured us!...

Beatport is counting down the best 20 festival locations, and they featured us! We're blushing :3

20 Unbelievable Party Locations You Should Travel the World to See
“Trust me, it’s paradise. This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven’t tried before,” begins the opening monologue of Danny Boyle’s 2000 film The Beach, as sampled on Orbital’s contribution to the soundtrack, “Beached.”…

Posted on 19 June 2015


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I accidentally found something I shouldn't have at a church...

So, I took my niece to a fall festival over the weekend. It was held at this little church in my town. It had all these stations set up with lines from the Bible inserted wherever the congregation could fit them in: "Fishing for Men," a game where the kid takes a fishing rod and casts the line over the sign, pulling it back with candy "magically" gripped in the clip tied to the end of the fishing line; the hayride, where the driver of the tractor stopped at intervals so that the passengers could read religious signs: "All Have Sinned;" the women standing at microphones, belting out contemporary Christian music over the people eating at various picnic benches, covered in orange and black checkered tablecloths.

The religious agenda didn't bother me one bit. I tell myself that, in their minds, they're doing others a solid by bringing them the good news of Jesus. Plus, I placed myself at their event, so I couldn't be too perturbed by the biblical verses.

Anyways, we crossed paths with many types of Jesus freaks: the bubbly, cheerful young woman, face painted as a dog and dressed in a white tutu with poofy black balls glued all over it; the sweet girl-next-door type, overseeing one of the games, wearing a church t-shirt and cowboy boots; the sassy middle-aged divorcee, seated at a stool behind a table full of merchandise for the silent auction, furtively laughing under her breath at the first hint of a semi-inappropriate joke.

My niece, Ally, was all hyped up on sugar, having the time of her life. She played games, earning candy whether or not she won, rode on the hayride, danced by the roaring bonfire, nibbled on a snow cone (where I'm from, October is a mild weathered month), battled through an inflatable maze, and ate a hot dog at a picnic bench. Church crew (identified by the religious tees they sported, or their air of hospitality) and visitors alike complimented Ally on her scarecrow costume.

It was fun. And free, aside from the fifty cent snow cone and $2 hot dog.

After we'd done all those things, Ally wriggled in her cloth overalls.

"Aunt Gale, I have to pee pee."

"Alright, let's go ask about a bathroom. You want to do the cake walk after you're finished?"

"Uh huh."

I was told by the dalmatian lady to enter through the main doors, hang a right through the curtains when I neared the altar, head down the hall where the Sunday school classrooms and nursery were, and, at its end, I'd find the bathrooms. Ally and I set off.

The sanctuary wasn't too flashy, adorned with stained glass windows that would be put to shame by Catholic church standards. A simple wooden cross hung on the wall behind the pastor's podium and various instruments set on the stage, waiting to be played: guitars, tambourines, drums. It was so mind-numbingly quiet in there, especially after coming from the booming parking lot.

We slid through the dark blue curtains into the hall. Fluorescent lights lit up the place. Somehow, despite the seasonal festivities occurring right outside the building, the hall felt eerie and sequestered, muted of any noise pollution.

Ally ran to the bathroom, humming to herself. She flung her pumpkin bucket, brimming with treats, at me and shut the bathroom door behind her, muffling the humming.

In the not so far distance, I heard whistling. A man with a long white beard came from a connecting hallway, perpendicular to the one I stood in. He was clutching aluminum foil in one hand-the food the parishioners sold came wrapped in foil.

"Hello," he said.


He stopped and folded his arms across his chest.

"You lost?"

"Not at all-my niece is using the restroom."

"Alright. Enjoy the festival."

He left, going out an exit straight ahead of him.

"Ally, did you fall in?" I asked through the closed door.

I could hear struggling inside, now that I'd drawn closer.

"I-can't-get-my overalls off!"

"Let me in and I'll help you."

She opened the door, teetering on one scrawny bare leg, trying to keep her balance. One of her overall straps was knotted and one leg was in a pants leg, the other out. I laughed at her expense as I grabbed hold of one of her arms. She joined me in laughter as I worked out the taut knot and yanked the other pants leg down.

"For the life of me, I'll never understand why you have to take your pants completely off to go to the bathroom."

She shrugged.

"Just 'cause. I have to be com-fortil." She shut the door.

I sighed.

From the hallway that the man had sauntered out of, a far away sound drifted to my ears. I cocked my head, straining to listen, but the toilet flushing blotted out any more of the noise.

I assisted Ally with dressing and passed her back her pumpkin bucket.

"Cake walk time!" I exclaimed.

"Wait-let's explore the haunted church!" Her playful voice dropped into low, ominous tones.

"No, Ally, we're going back out to the festival-"

In the blink of an eye, she'd hung a right and motored off down the hall the mystery sound had come from, the candy in her bucket smacking loudly against the plastic.

"Hey-Ally! Stop!"

"You gotta catch me!" she informed me.

I broke out into a jog as she got further away from me. She went around a bend, out of my sight.

'Damn it, Ally!' Her mom would freak out if she knew I'd lost view of her daughter for even a second.

Running around the bend, I saw Ally opening a door at the hall's dead end.

"Ally, stop-I mean it!"

She giggled and shut the door behind her.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

When I approached the door, a picture hanging to its left caught my eye. It was a somber picture of Jesus, looking sorrowful. There was zero comfort in his dreary eyes. To the right of the door, a small gray sign read "Basement."

I threw the door open. Stairs led down into imposing darkness.

"Ally!" I shouted. "Get back up here right now!"

Snickers floated out of the dark.

The light switch at the top wasn't working. Peering around me, preparing to climb down the stairs, I saw a flashlight setting next to the wall. Swiping the flashlight, I descended into the basement, cautiously watching my step.

"You are in so much trouble for this!" I called.

From what I could see in the circle of light produced by the flashlight, there were stacked boxes against the far wall, a dusty old piano in the center of the concrete floor, and more boxes towered at even height with me in random places, silent sentinels keeping watch.

There was this terrible stench, too.

'God DAMN, has this church ever heard of air freshener? It reeks down here.'

"Ally! Answer me!"

"Aunt Gale!" she screeched.

Her voice was coming from the far side of the basement. I jogged around the piano and a few more sets of boxes until I saw Ally standing stationary, facing a wall. When I saw what she'd stopped short for, I lost my breath and kicked my movements into overdrive, desperate to get to my niece.

Metallic rattling hit my ears as I snatched her backward, far away from the stinking, deformed man chained to the wall in front of us.

She was trembling.

"He-he snapped at me, Aunt Gale-like a DOG! Wh-what's he doing down here?"

He lurched forward on all fours, drool spilling out of his mouth, but the chains, bolted to the wall, halted his progression. His teeth made a clacking noise as he snapped his mouth open and shut.

His eyes were way too far apart, reminding me of a praying mantis, and he had beastly brown teeth that were tiny and needle-like. His nose was missing. A deep, long scar made a depression in one of his sagging cheeks. He was shoeless and wore a long brown tunic. To the side of him was a hamburger bun, untouched, and a bowl of water.

He hissed and reached toward us with long, jagged fingernails.

"W-we have to go, Ally. NOW."

Her small hand in mine, I sprinted up the stairs and out of the basement, flinging the flashlight carelessly to the floor at the top. It rolled down the stairs, but I didn't care-I would never be returning to this church, if suspicions happened to arise among the congregation.

I shut the basement door and panted, trying to catch my breath.

"A-aunt Gale, I wanna go home!" Ally whined.

"I know, baby. We are. Just keep your mouth shut if anyone talks to us."

We walked around the corner, almost crashing into the bearded man. He offered me a dirty look, his brows furrowed.

"What are you two doing?"

Trying to appear natural, I said, "Uh-erm, leaving. Ally decided to play anb impromptu game of tag after going to the bathroom, but now we're going."

'Shit! Why did I use her name?'

I knew he didn't buy it when he and his expression remained motionless.

"W-we're going now. Thanks." I don't know why I thanked him, except that in my nervous state, I was trying my best to rid him of his suspicions.

We moved around him, my eyes glued on the exit straight ahead. That walk lasted an eternity. I sensed his eyes burning into us as we shakily picked our way down the hall, resisting the urge to run.

Suddenly, the young woman in the dalmatian costume stepped out of the perpendicular hall where the two corridors intersected. She glared at us as we flinched. I paused momentarily, then continued.

She grabbed Ally's hand as we passed by her and knelt down, grinning at my niece.

"Come back now, won't you?" Her eyes, filled with animosity, flickered up at me. "Both of you. We'd be so blessed to have you at our services. Have a great night." She released poor Ally's hand.

"Y-you too," Ally murmured.

When the fresh air outside hit us, I increased my speed, annoyed by the people in mine and Ally's path to the car.

After I'd buckled her into her booster seat, I turned to see if we'd been followed. We hadn't, but there were several people facing our direction, staring hard at me. One waved slowly, purposefully.

I haven't contacted the police-I don't know if I will. My town is small. I observed several local police officers while I was there and gathered that they were members of the church by pieces of conversation that I'd overheard. What if they're in on it? What if by contacting them, I give away my identity?

Who was that man-or monster-in the basement? Why is he there?

I've gotten a few weird phone calls since the festival. No one speaks when I answer the blocked number, just breathes heavily. Once, they whistled. I think it's them. And if they have my number, they'll soon find out my address...

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Posted on 26 October 2015

EXIT Festival in Serbia - please give me your opinions and insights!

EDIT: Thanks for the help, everyone! We got in contact with the folks from EXIT and as it turns out, the ticket price for US citizens (and some other countries) is actually about double (€122/person not including camping); meaning even if we did buy the cheap resale tickets, we would've been turned away at the gate. That seems super shady to us and we aren't sure that we'd want to be a part of the festival even if we did have the money!

If you buy or sell tickets from an individual next year, please be clear on the citizenship requirements so that no one gets screwed!

Hey everyone!

My boyfriend and I are considering going to EXIT this weekend, but we're a little unsure about some things.

From what we've read, it's pretty much impossible to sneak drugs or alcohol in, not to mention random drug searches at the campground and undercovers walking about. I suppose that's normal for most big festivals, but we've heard Serbia is pretty hardcore as far as drug control/penalties. Any word on this? Did you get drugs at the festival? How much are beers?

Secondly, there are more stages than just the pop music/dubstep right? Honestly, we don't know many of the artists playing and the headliners we do recognize don't look all that great to us. We're hoping someone can confirm there will be stages with different music, more like world/ethnic/gypsy beats and such.

We're also wondering about the camping...is it sucky? Will there be any shade to pitch a tent under? It's hot here right now, and we're worried that after partying all night, it'll be too hot to sleep at the campground, but there's no way we can afford a hostel.

We hope to hear from someone who has been before, since we obviously need some help making up our minds! We really want to go but it is quite a bit of money and we just want to make sure it will be worth it. Thanks to anyone who can answer our questions in advance :)&knlyd

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Posted on 6 July 2015

Show Me The List Of Festivals You've Gone To!

I'm always interested in where people have been and what they have seen. Here's my list. What I really like about my list is you can visibly see the evolution in my music tastes.

  • Bamboozle 2006
  • Bamboozle 2007
  • Bamboozle 2008
  • Warped Tour 2007
  • Warped Tour 2009
  • Electric Daisy Carnival NY 2012
  • Starscape 2012
  • Camp Bisco 2012
  • Identity Festival 2012
  • FreeFest 2012
  • Camp Bisco 2013
  • Summer Camp Music Festival 2013
  • Basslights 2013
  • CounterPoint Music Festival 2014
  • Jam On The River 2014
  • Mountain Jam 2014
  • Electric Forest 2014
  • Hudson Project 2014
  • Rootwire Music Festival 2014
  • Farm Fest Music Festival 2014
  • Gathering Of The Vibes 2014

Coming Up!

  • Be-In Festival 2015
  • Exit Festival 2015
  • Sea Dance Festival 2015
  • O.Z.O.R.A. Festival 2015
  • Outlook Festival 2015
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Posted on 11 April 2015

For all things related to Exit Music Festival and Sea Dance Festival

Exit Festival is an award winning 4 day music festival held in Novi Sad, Serbia every year at the Petrovaradin Fortress. Founded in 2000 by Dušan Kovačević, Bojan Bošković, Ivan Milivojev, as a student movement for fighting democracy and freedom in Serbia. It is home to 1,000 of different acts ranging from electronic, rock, hip hop, and everything in between. [link]

Posted on 23 January 2015

Music festival in Europe suggestions?

Every summer I plan my vacations around a festival in Europe. Ive been to Pinkpop - The Netherlands, Rock Werchter - Belgium, Sziget - Hungary, Heineken Open'er, Poland, Positivus - Letland. Normally i've got my festival planned by now, but I really don't know where to go this year. Do you guys have some suggestions? I'm looking at Pohoda - Slovakia, Colors of Ostrava - Czech, but the flights dont match up. Unfortunately all festivals in Romania quitted last year (B'estfest and Peninsula). It needs to be in the end of july or beginning of august. I prefer great ambiance over big names. And i'm more a indierock person than a dance DJ guy. So Exit - Serbia and all the Croatian festivals arent my thing. Hope you guys can help me out!

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Posted on 13 January 2015

The lessons and extreme paranoia I've learned from following "watchpeopledie" for some time now...

1- I ALWAYS jump in and out of elevators. As soon as it stops, look around, it it staying there? Time to jump. No such thing as walking in or out. DOUBLE check if the elevator is there or not.

2- NEVER be close to a construction or a demolition site. A mile away? Still too close. Stay as far away as possible.

3- NEVER cross the street/train-tracks without looking BOTH ways.

4- NEVER wear headphones and play them at maximum volume ESPECIALLY when you're crossing the street or train-tracks.

5- ALWAYS wear the seat-belt when driving. ALWAYS.

6- Attending a concert/party/event/festival with fire-works? Stay as close to the emergency exit as possible. That means no bathroom for the entire event. You stay as near as possible to the emergency exit, no exceptions.

Life's too short fellas to waste it making any of the dumb-ass mistakes we see so commonly here. Feel free to add your own rules here.

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Posted on 6 January 2015

Wacken Open Air First Timer

Hello everyone, I will be attending W.O.A in 2014 for the very first time. I am coming from the United States. A couple of questions, What should i take with me (as far as the festival is concerned), and also, are we allowed to enter,and exit to and from the festival for those three days?? Thanks so much for the help.

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Posted on 10 November 2013

Stuck with around 42,000 dinars left over from Exit festival. Help!

So I realise this sound completely dodgy but I can assure you its legit. The money was left over after me and a van full of friends went to Exit festival last year and didn't realise it was a closed currency until we arrived in Croatia.

Its just sitting here in my house taunting me. I would be happy to sell it for a reduced rate through somewhere safe, like ebay for instance.

I know this is a long shot but thought I'd give it a go. Any help would be massively appreciated.

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Posted on 12 April 2013

Christian Street Preacher put a curse on me in order to prove God's existence. Two weeks left.

One week ago, I was attending a large music festival that took place Friday through Sunday 11 AM to around 11 PM. On each of the nights, a group of Evangelical Christians (I'd guess around 15-20) would stand around the only exit of this festival and talk with people, hand out pamphlets, etc.

I had no intention to get into it with any of them, so I always just walked on by. However, on Saturday night my sandal re-broke (I broke it earlier that day watching a band) just outside the festival exit. As I was fixing it, a young man wearing a white shirt, tie, and a sandwich board sign approached me. I can't remember what the sandwich board sign said, but I believe it was to the tune of "Be saved or burn for eternity" or something like that.

He approached:

Street Preacher: Do you like sin?

Me (baffled by this question): What?

SP: Do you like sin?

Me: Could you elaborate? Like, do I like that sin is a thing? Or do I like doing sin?

SP: Do you like doing sin?

Me: I still need more information. Do I like doing all sin? Some sins? I mean, I don't like murdering people or anything.

SP: Well, sure. But do you ever lust after a woman that is not your wife?

Me: Well, I'm not married.

SP: OK. So do you lust after any women?

Me: Of course. I did a good deal of that today.

SP: And did you like it?

Me: Yes I did.

SP: OK, so that's a sin. And the Bible says that you're going to Hell unless you've accepted Jesus Christ into your heart.

Me (Deciding that this wasn't going to go anywhere and just ready to get back to my hotel): Alright, look. I don't want to waste any of your time tonight. I'm a staunch atheist and I've been that way for eight years. I have fully committed myself to the idea that there are no spiritual entities enforcing their will onto this world.

We then discussed the consistency/inconsistency of the Bible, a bit about prophecies, fossil records, and a bit about the simultaneous falsehood of Islam yet truthfulness of Christianity.

Eventually, the SP puts forward a challenge:

SP: Would you like me to prove it?

Me: Prove what?

SP: Prove that God is real.

Me: Yes. I would very much like that please.

SP: Alright. I have a good friend named Ryan. Ryan prays a lot and prays for me pretty frequently. What's your name?

It was at this point that I was assuming that what would come next would be something like, "I'm going to pray that something very good happens to you in the next month. And when it does, you'll know that it was through God that this good thing has happened!"

Me: [I say my name].

SP: Alight, I'm going to pray for you and I'm going to ask Ryan to pray for you.. I'm going to pray that you become ill. Miserably ill.

Me (I can only imagine the look on my face at this point): Uhh.. haha what?!

SP: Yes. I'm going to pray that you become miserably ill. Let's put a time limit on it. How about three weeks?

Me: Three weeks? Miserably ill like what? Like staying-in-bed-home-from-work-ill?

SP: Yes.

Me: Uhhh.. OK. You've got a deal. Three weeks it is.

At this point I couldn't control myself and I was chuckling quite a bit.

SP: I mean, I don't want to have something bad happen to you. Are you sure there's not anything else you'd like me to pray to God for you for?

Me (baffled and unable to think of anything): Uhh, no the illness sounds good to me.

SP: Alright then. Do you have a pen? I'm going to give you my phone number. I want you to call me in three weeks.

I get SP's phone number.

Me: Alright man. Have a good night.

That is about it. We made a little small talk at the end about digging out fence post holes and then I went on my way. He seemed like he'd be pretty decent guy when he doesn't have a big sandwich board sign strapped on.

The three week period ends on October 13th.

My friend (who's usually only sees a gag in a situation) suggested that in three weeks I call him and say, "Hey, remember me from the festival? Well, you were right. I got sick and I died and I'm in Hell. I believe in God now; what's my next move to get out of here?"

Should I just call him at the end of the period and tell him that I am perfectly OK?

tl;dr: Christian street preacher said he'd pray I get ill in the next three weeks to prove God's existence. Two weeks remain.

10/07 edit: one week left. Still feeling good.

10/14 edit: time's up! It was a pretty normal set of three weeks.

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Posted on 30 September 2012

[FR] Festival (2 k-closes)

So I went to Lowlands, a large 3 day music festival here in the Netherlands, with my dad and my two little brothers (cool fucking family vacation right?). My dad mostly chilled with some friends of his who were with us, so most of the time I walked around with my brothers. I've had a bunch of interesting encounters that might have some lessons for us. The entire festival, I approached people. Hot girls, not so hot girls, dudes, older people, everyone.

Day 0

We arrived at the campsite the night before the festival, and while setting up our tent, I notice the people next to us: A dude and two girls, one of whom was pretty damn hot. At first I'm busy setting up my shit, but after a while my dad sends me off to borrow a pump for inflatable beds. I approach the neighbours, who were sitting in between their two tents, and ask to borrow theirs.

As they hand it to me, I ask the dude "are you fixing a joint?", because, well, he was. He smiles, says "is that a bad thing?" and asks me to join them after I tell them that they're the best neighbours a man could want. The next couple hours, I drink and smoke with them. They're nice kids, but aren't really talkative or in an active mood. I had a good time, but the girls aren't that interesting to me so I don't pursue either of them. Lesson 1: People want to have a good time (no way!). If you connect with them, they'll often let you join them.

Day 1

The first morning, before the festival starts, I chill with the neighbours a little more. After that, my brothers and I head off to the festival. It would be a while before any bands started playing, so we walk around the grounds checking out all the stands. After playing a game of beer pong I get some free coffee as prize, I don't know why, but I like coffee so I didn't ask, we get in line for some weird maze thing. I strike up a conversation with two girls in their 20s and end up getting a cigarette in exchange for a sip of coffee. Yay, more free shit. The maze itself was kinda weird, it ended up being a mad dash through a bunch of kiddie pools while a dude with a hose sprayed you. Kinda refreshing though.

As I get out of there, I wait for my brothers to come. One is quickly there, but the other is missing. We wait around for 10 minutes, seeing as only one of us brought a phone, and eventually I see a girl sitting alone looking bored, right next to the exit of the maze. I approach her, grab her hand, say "wanna have some fun?" and pull her with me into the maze. We do it the wrong way around, and as we're at the other end, I tell her to give me a celebratory kiss, and make out with her for a bit. As we exit the maze again, we do it again before her friends pull her away, never to be seen again. >mfw. Lesson 2: Bring adventure into people's lives, and rake in the loving.

The rest of the day is spent enjoying music and partying. I opened a bunch of girls, but not a lot of interesting stuff happened with those.

Day 2

Most of the morning isn't interesting in a pickup kind of way, but during one act, Eagles of Death Metal, I see a girl wearing nothing but hotpants and a bikini top on the big screen. I remark to my brother how I would 'hit that', and he says he knows her, she's in his school. I don't see them in the crowd, so I go on chilling with my brothers.

Later on, we come across a stand from an organization that gives away free stuff. We ask them what we can do to help, and they send us off holding a box marked '100 free hugs'. We open girls with the weirdest things, examples being "hi there, would you like getting the best hug of your life?" and "hi, I'm collecting hugs for charity, are you willing to donate one?" or just plain hugging random girls. I got rejected for a hug one time out of 101 attempts. You guys should try this sometime.

That evening, we head towards that day's headliner, Skrillex. We go into the pit at the front and have a great time dancing with people there. I see a cute girl, and put my sweaty ass cap (http://i46.tinypic.com/21eu7hl.jpg) on her head with a smile and keep dancing. I've done this a couple of times throughout the festival, and it seems like a great way to open girls on a dance floor. I grab her hand after a couple minutes, only to have her huge sweaty boyfriend step between us in a very threatening way. I smile at him, grab my cap of the girl's head and leave. A couple minutes later I see a short girl with the cutest face ever and long thick brown hair smiling over at me. I go over, and start dancing with her and her friend for a bit, and right before I start escalating with one of them, both my little brothers come up and grab the girls. MY FACE WHEN. Shouldn't have told them about pickup, hah. I look at them dancing with the girls, who leave after two minutes, never to be seen again. I smilingly tell my brothers they're assholes for chasing them off and we go on. Lesson 3: Don't fucking hesitate, or these fucking vultures will steal your girls.

Halfway through the set, which was pretty amazing I might add, my brother is suddenly hugged by a girl. It's the girl I saw on the screen that morning, with a girl friend and some guys. Ohboyherewego.jpg. We dance, mosh, and have a great time with the group, and as the act ends, I exclaim to my brothers that we're getting drinks. The girl says she'll join us, and walks out with us. I put my hand on her waist, and she does the same with me. >mfw I didn't even talk to her and she's into me. I roll with it. The four of us sit in the grass talking a bit. She seems to have great taste in music and is an altogether interesting girl. I like. After drinking a bit we start walking across the grounds together, I'm holding her hand. We walk past a magician's stand, and my brothers start watching in front of the girl and I. I grab her cheek and kiss her. We make out for a couple seconds, before she pulls away and says "not here, in the middle of the street". I lift her up in the air, move her a couple steps to the side and go for round 2. She playfully punches me and pull away again. My brothers, meanwhile, are both looking at me like this: http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/312/563/05d.jpg. Lesson 4: Waiting for a good time to kiss her? Don't do that, just fucking go for it when you feel like it.

We walk towards the exit of the festival to go back to relax at our tents for a bit, the girl wants to go to her own camp to be with her friends for a bit before meeting us again. As our ways part, I pull her in to kiss, but my brother pulls me away, the filthy cockblocker. We make it all the way to the tent before realizing we didn't set a place or a time to meet up again. Lol, I'm a fucking idiot. I don't see her again that night. She still has my hat.

Day 3

That morning I see her and her friends as we walk around the festival. I set up a date with her to meet me at some stand later on, but I didn't make it in time and didn't see her there in the end. Ah well. Rest of the day is filled with music and blisters. At one point I approach some girls who were about to smoke and chill with them for a bit. Lesson 5: Don't be late for things.


Added her on facebook yesterday. Sent her a chat message today along the lines of "hey you, still have my hat?" No response. Will try again in a couple days I guess.

Edit: Got a reply saying 'shit, no, sorry'. Welp, that sucks, lost my hat. I'll shoot her a message tomorrow.

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Posted on 22 August 2012