Up until the past two years, I loved going to music festivals. It was a great way to spend time with like minded people and see many of your favorite bands on the same stage in a 24 hour or more time period.
All of that changed for me last year. In May of last year, I attended a music festival in a neighboring state. The line up was great: Evanescence, Korn, Halestorm, etc. Could it get any better? Then a friend of mine gave my adult daughter and I two camping passes so we could camp the night before and the night of the festival. We arrived on Friday, got our camping space set up and started our weekend of fun. The weather was great and the good times were flowing freely.
On my way back from the port-a-potties, two women in a neighboring camping space broke out in a fight. Names were being called, fists were flying and hair was being pulled. Sounds like a good time, right? The first hour of watching them fight was pretty funny. This fight lasted well into the wee hours of the next morning. I’m not sure why security took about four hours to get there but this was the beginning of the end of the good times.
I finally fell asleep in my tent at about 5 am. I woke back up at 7:30 am. The sun had came out and it was as hot as an afternoon in July. (Remember, this was in May) Soon the heat was really playing with my stomach. The port-a-potties were so far from the campsites that you had to pray to make it to the potties without having an accident.
Long story short. To sum it up for that music festival in 2012, I never got to see any of my favorite bands because I got so sick that my daughter had to drive me home. I hated that I ruined it for her since we were there mostly for her to begin with.
Fast forward to the same music festival this year. Yes, I bought tickets again, then remembered how the weather was unseasonably hot last year. I sold my pair of tickets to a neighbor. My daughter kept her tickets and went with my brother. Another thing that I should mention, this year’s festival was now a two day festival.
For about a week before the festival this year, it rained. I’m talking about Noah’s Ark type rain. My daughter tried to remain optimistic while the whole time I’m thinking of how glad I was that I had sold my tickets.
One moment of jealousy. On Saturday, the first day of the festival, the weather was perfect, even though it was hoodie weather. All of the bands performed, the fans were happy. I even got a phone call from my daughter while Limp Bizkit was on stage. That was the only moment that I was jealous of not being there.
On Sunday, the second and final day of the festival, Noah’s Ark weather returned. My daughter called and said that they’d decided to stay in their hotel room until the weather calmed down. That never really happened. They decided to go on to the venue but only got to see one band.
I’m not blaming the people that plan this festival, they can’t help what the weather does. I can say that I will not be going to anymore Spring or Summer music festivals because the weather in the South is just to unpredictable.