wet dreams 2k17.

bay dreams is a festival that gets hosted in my home-town of mount maunganui right after new years, this year being on the second of january. eighteen thousand drunk and high people crammed into asb arena at a festival that had four different ticket releases, all selling out within minutes. it was also one of the best/worst experiences of my life.

i should’ve known from the start, to not do what i did. i arrived to my boyfriends house to find that he had already drunk a few beers, and was trying to come up with a plan to meet up with everyone before-hand. desperate to catch up, i started drinking straight out of the wine bottle, so fast that i was done with the first bottle in ten minutes. two wine bottles and a couple of beers later, i was toast.

desperate not to miss any of the action, we hopped in the taxi & promptly got out once we hit the stop-start traffic on the highway. here’s these two drunk short-asses walking along the main highway on our way to this event with drunk people yelling out their windows, laughing with us, and tooting their horns at us. to be fair, we were walking faster than they were driving, so who’s the real winner in this situation? both needing to pee, we decided to run off the side & pee in the bush. bad idea. we were both wearing white shoes & i had short denim shorts on. we stepped in a massive mud-puddle (our shoes are still brown after being washed & bleached three times). i walked through a cutting-grass bush that managed to rip my legs to shreds, which i hadn’t even noticed until half-way down the road when i wondered why my legs were burning… luckily some guys felt sorry for us, and popped the boot of their station-wagon for us to jump in & we got a ride with these complete strangers the rest of the way.

finally there, we waited in line for about an hour and a half to top our wrist-bands up with money, got a couple of drinks, and met up with our group. it’s at about this point where my memory goes in and out of what happened the rest of the night.

i remember we were with one of the other couples in our group, and the boys had decided that they needed to pee, so us girls stayed put in the exact same place in the field of the main stage, not wanting to lose our men. her boyfriend came back ten minutes later, and they went off together while i waited for my boyfriend. he texted me saying that he had lost his go-pro in the toilet (he’d left it in there, then when he realised he had, he went back to get it & it was gone). at this point, i was a little bit over-drunk and started crying in the middle of the field on the phone to my sister. imagine the sight of it: a drunk little five foot tall girl, hair a mess, legs all cut up, white shoes turned brown, mascara running down her face & eyes all red from crying. what a disaster. thank god one of my friends recognised this mess and helped me find my boyfriend.

there’s another big old blur, and all i can remember is singing to pop the trunk by yelawolf in the daylight, then the next minute it’s dark & raining and we’re dancing along to stranger by peking duk. high by peking duk is my favourite song in the whole entire world & i missed it because we needed to get another couple of drinks & pee. next thing i remember is having blisters the size of africa on my feet and my boyfriend giving me a piggy-back ride out of the stadium, trying to wave down a taxi in bucketing-down rain. we met an amazing couple that could see i was getting soaked and freezing, so the girl gave me a plastic poncho that she had in her bag as a spare to keep dry. 

eventually after not being able to find a taxi (like i said earlier, there were eighteen thousand people at this event, it was impossible to get a taxi), my sister and her boyfriend came to the rescue. 
safe to say that i had a pretty terrible night, but i’m so grateful to have such amazing people in my life to look after me and have my best interest. next time, i’m going sober…

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