I don’t even want to mention it but today is the best day of the year aka Field Day Festival, but I’m not there because I’m poor. All my friends are though and this year’s line up is sick, so GOOD FOR THEM.
Whilst I feel sorry for myself her in Stockholm I thought we could take a look at how amazing Field Day Festival was last year:
It had been raining heavily all night but just around noon it cleared up. To properly warm up we gathered nine brilliant people for an overwhelming brunch at mine and Daniel’s.
Whilst blasting tracks from the upcoming lineup we cooked tons of food and I stood for making the dangerous bloody marys and mimosas.
My bad boys were there and they were tanned because unlike this year we had had summer for a while already.
Walking to Victoria felt like a pilgrimage with all hipsters overflowing the streets. Here we are queueing, trying to finish some cans before.
The feeling of just entering the festival area is the best!
First up was Only Real with their music that feels exactly like a tropical beach with an umbrella drink.
And my babe Kajsa sure liked that.
With the first gig finished we were trying to agree on which to go to next.
In a tiny little tent I got to see Sophie play his trippy bubblegum pc music for the first time and felt like I had died and been reborn. This year he is one of the bigger acts and I can only imagine how sick that gig will be!
Without reception on our phones we ran around trying to find our lost friends in the endless crowd. When we did there was a lot of love. <3
We spent hours laying in the grass, beat from the sizzling heat, whilst we listened to bands, like Blood Orange, perform on stage. Cheeks turned red, lovers made out and friends shared expensive beer.
On one of the stages we saw the Ugandan/South African band John Wizards which became the soundtrack for the rest of my summer.
The sun set and with ears ringing we sat down for paella in the grass.
Scottish royalty Amel joined us, showered in glitter.
The air was oozing of beer and summer tans and I described it like this: ”There is an ridiculous amount of giggling going on and it feels like being 16 again, but without all the insecurity back then. Damn, and people think it sucks to get older?”
Today it does fucking feel like getting older sucks, not being at this festival with my friends.
But I didn’t know that then. Instead I happily sipped from flasks smuggled in under skirts whilst the police strolled the area.
Fat White Family headlined and the ground must’ve sunk at least 20cm with the crowd jumping so intensely! Both my knees were bruised and my elbow scratched, but we still danced until we were drenched with beer and sweat.
When the festival was over nobody wanted to stop partying so a big group of us went over to ours for an after party. We drank the remnants from our morning bloody marys, hung out in my bed and smoked on the terrace. When I woke up in my bed at 10am, people were still partying in my livingroom.
I can just say that for you who are there this year, you better have a good bloody time. And I am so going to try not to think about any of this today.
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