super happy fun!
last night i stood next to the flaming lips in a milkmaid costume. in front of 25,000 people.
the smog machine was smogging in my face, our costumes smelled bad and i had a headache.
i had a small orgasm.
giant balloons, orange and blue striped confetti shooters, santas, aliens, superheroes, all kinds of confetti, a sea of people with their hands in the air, colored red by the lights, everyone dancing to "She Don't Use Jelly."
slightly earlier in the day, we skipped around the festival grounds dancing at appropriate times and having our pictures taken several million times.
"are you with the flaming lips?" a few asked.
but most just said, "what the hell?"
our replies consisted of "Wilkomen" "Switzerland" and "Fluid Movement." None of which make much sense.
hours earlier, as the milkmaids entered the festival grounds, a radio rumor was started by one of the DJs at 98 Rock.
"those girls must be with the flaming lips."
upon our final tour of the festival we were stopped by one of the many people that organize the flaming lips' live shows.
"the band would like to invite you onstage."
after it was all over and my legs ached and my armpits were chafed i was grinning and extra gay. went up to a scantily clad emily and natasha and actually high-fived like a dweeb and we screamed "That was fucking awesome!" like even bigger dweebs.
sweaty hug from wayne was nice too. as well as chatting with clap your hands say yeah and the new pornagraphers.
goddamn it was fun.
the smog machine was smogging in my face, our costumes smelled bad and i had a headache.
i had a small orgasm.
giant balloons, orange and blue striped confetti shooters, santas, aliens, superheroes, all kinds of confetti, a sea of people with their hands in the air, colored red by the lights, everyone dancing to "She Don't Use Jelly."
slightly earlier in the day, we skipped around the festival grounds dancing at appropriate times and having our pictures taken several million times.
"are you with the flaming lips?" a few asked.
but most just said, "what the hell?"
our replies consisted of "Wilkomen" "Switzerland" and "Fluid Movement." None of which make much sense.
hours earlier, as the milkmaids entered the festival grounds, a radio rumor was started by one of the DJs at 98 Rock.
"those girls must be with the flaming lips."
upon our final tour of the festival we were stopped by one of the many people that organize the flaming lips' live shows.
"the band would like to invite you onstage."
after it was all over and my legs ached and my armpits were chafed i was grinning and extra gay. went up to a scantily clad emily and natasha and actually high-fived like a dweeb and we screamed "That was fucking awesome!" like even bigger dweebs.
sweaty hug from wayne was nice too. as well as chatting with clap your hands say yeah and the new pornagraphers.
goddamn it was fun.