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At the moment, I can't remember anything from Wednesday night ... I mean, I know we had a bottle of vodka, but ... DAAAANI!!!
T., proudly explaining to L. how they build up all the big tents the day before:
"I've been to festivals all the time and never had to build up a tent, I just sneaked away when everyone started and came back when all was finished ... and now I come over here and have to build up 6 tents!"
"Mommy, do you have some more of these meal tickets?"
(Actually, he did say Alex, not Mommy. It was just such a whiney voice I couldn't help but mocking him.)
A., waiting for a dinner ticket: "I'm sooo hungry!" *takes my arm* "I might just eat you, you know."
D.: "I kissed his girlfriend by accident and he wanted to beat me up."
Me: "By accident? Sure ..."
D.: "No, really! We came off stage, she was aiming for my head (points at forehead) and I was aiming for her cheek (points at cheek) and then just ... bang.
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It was really akward."
D. and me, waking up a band at 6.30am.
We: "Hey guys, sorry, but you have to get up. Andy will be here in 20 minutes."
*long nothing*
"Seriously, you have to get up."
*looooooooong groan*
(Poor kids were flying back to the UK to take the train to Belgium from there for another show ... no wonder they look that fragile.)
Upon packing up:
"You just leave the tents here, Andy will take them back to London." - "Wow, leaving the tent, true festival style."
"Passport check. Does everyone have their passport? Alright, tent check." - "There is a belt and a cardigan in here." - *nothing* - "A black belt and a grey cardigan." - *nothing, then: "Can't you just take them out for fuck's sake?!"
Me: "Sorry guys, you have to leave here at 7am tomorrow."
D., looking like the poorest kitty in the world: "Yeah ... I know."
Me: "Shall I wake you up?"
D., lightens up a bit: "Would you?"
Mike: "Yeah, with a kiss."
I really don't remember what we were talking about that lead to the "punch you in the face"-thing, but ...
D: "Alex is going to wake us up tomorrow ..."
R: "Thanks Alex!"
D: "And she's going to punch you in the face."
Me: "I won't. Never. He told me to!"
D, loud: "Ok, she won't." - whispering to me: "Do it, just don't tell him I told you to, alright?"
Me: "What's in it for me then?"
D: "Half a can of lager."
Me: "You offered that same can to Dani half an hour ago."
D: "This is a slightly warmer half can of lager."
Me: "I don't even drink beer."
D: "Hm ..."
...
Me: "What are we even talking about?"
D: "I don't have a clue."
J, texting me after 2 days of drinking: "Hey Alex, just wondering what time the band's interview with ** is today?"
(In an hour, so make sure they sober the fuck up already.)
D (this is not always the same D, there just happened to be all sorts of Ds): "We are at the press tent and the band has an interview with ** now but they won't let us in."
I come, make sure they get in, see L. without a shirt ... "You're aware that this is a TV interview? ... Just sayin'."
I'm too tired now, but this is definitely to be continued ...