We awake at 9am. The alarm bell is ringing in my right ear. I swear, "*uck". This is an ungodly hour. No human should have to be awake at such a time. Anyway, moving right along... Me and my cousin slowly bring ourselves downstairs for breakfast. Showers. Teeth-brushing. Hair-styling. Cologne-applying. Dressing rituals. And then to pick up the women... We drive over and they are still straightening their hair. Typical.
Once they are prepared, we head over to another friend's house. A few drinks to start ourselves off. It is now 11am, and already there is a bottle of vodka open on the table. We start walking to the Meyer Music Bowl at around 12pm. We arrive at 12.20pm. The queue is approximately 1km long. We cut in at the very front and wait 10 minutes before being put through a ticket and security check. Thousands of people in the never-ending line behind us curse our very being.
Perfect weather. 25 degrees Celsius. Clear blue sky. House and techno music plays from 5 different stages, surrounding us in a cocoon of vibration. We begin to explore. Mischief Stage... Famous Stage... Underground Stage... Air Stage... and Main Stage. Everybody is grooving (if not physically then at least mentally). We settle in near the front of Main Stage and start going nuts. Drinks keep pouring, feet keep moving, people keep coming. DJ's keep changing, but the mood doesn't. Smiles from ear-to-ear on all 30,000 people.
Phoebe and ISkip forward to about 8.30pm. The sun has almost set, and the migration begins. People from all the other stages slowly start making their way to Main Stage. The lights came on. Green, red, blue, white. A sea of faces stepping to the beat and light patterns. Then the lasers came on to add to the ambiance. Words fail me. Everybody simply lost control. The encore ran for an extra 25 minutes. Nobody wanted to leave. But all goods things come to an end. Or do they?
At 10.30pm, we headed off to the after-party. This is not a joke. There was an after-party at a club called "Famous". It holds just over 2,000 people. We were some of the first ones there and got in easily... and then kept dancing. More lasers. More lights. More drinks. More people. More fun. Time flew. Suddenly it was 6.30am. There were 50 people left in the entire nightclub. It was below empty. The DJ at Famous finally stopped playing, and we were told to get out. NOW all good things come to an end. We had been on our feet dancing non-stop since 12.30pm. 18 straight hours. Final drink tally: 5 red bulls, 10 smirnoff ice, 4 pulse, 2 UDL's, 2 Corona's, 3 shots of vodka.
Laurence (my cousin) had a brilliant quote that helped summarize our 18 hour dancing-spree. The photo that he is referring to is just below.
"This photo totally summarizes everything I thought of Future Music Festival. That smile has pretty much wrapped itself around her face 5 times over. Fucking spectacular!"Laurence, Rowan, Phoebe, Liora, Blaise, Zak, Dylan, Kyle, Dan, Lindy, Max, Joanne, Ingrid, Holly, Ari, Hannah, Tarryn, Huw, Wes, Greg
Rock on!!!
2 comments:
love the smile mish - on her face, but especially in your tone and words.
your enthusiasm is powerful, the best force on earth. Keep enjoying all that comes
love, xs
Laurences comment makes him on the top of my 'people i must meet' list.
what a day of perfection!?
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