After attending my first AND last music festival my point of view on them has changed drastically. From that one particular experience, I do not like attending music festivals for various reasons. So before you decide to pay for those tickets, continue to read on.
One, there is an annoying possibility that you will constantly get bumped into by numerous rude people. So as soon as your jam comes on and you’ve got a drink in your hand just bobbing your head and throwing your hands in the air someone with really sharp elbow, elbows you right in the back and you spill your drink. That was totally rude, right? Trust me this isn’t the least of your problems.
Two, you’re in a tight, over populated space and trust me no one wants to be next to the shirtless fat guy who smells like onions and wet dog. I really hope that you aren’t claustrophobic because if you are, this definitely isn’t the place for you. But if you know your favorite band is going to be there, hey go for it!
Three, there is a chance that some idiot is going around picking pockets and can steal anything from your money, to your phone, or your wallet. Odds are you won’t be able to find who did it because there are so many people around, so now what do you do? You’re probably far from home, broke, you’ve got to call your bank and cancel all of your credit cards and get new ones, and you’re probably still standing next to that fat guy.
So where were we? Oh right, number four, if the festival isn’t where you live chances are you have to pay for flight tickets, a rental, gas, food and drinks, a hotel room, and not to mention the OUTSTANDING amount of cash that you’ve paid for those music festival tickets. So obviously, you’ve spent a pretty penny for something you may or may not even enjoy your first time, like myself.
Numero cinco, also known as five, I’ve got 3 words for you my friends, port-a-potty. Only one word can describe those things, disgusting. I’m pretty sure you’ve had a few drinks and now you’re forced to either hold it in, or to use that sucker. Frankly, it is sad to say that port-a-potties do not work in female’s favor.
Six, your friend just saw this really cute guy pass by and now she’s on the move and wants you to tag along and you have no choice because if you don’t follow her, you’ll lose her in the monstrosity of a crowd. Technically, the holding on to each other method would probably be best, but of course, your friend is running after that guy like a dog in heat. I bet she didn’t run fast like that the time that you asked her to go with you to get some food because it felt like your stomach was touching your back.
I obviously have many reasons as to why I didn’t enjoy myself at the music festival. The live music was great, but everything in between was not so great. I’ll probably reconsider going to another in the future, but I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.