Smoko, Smoko, Smoko.
Camping Joy!
Yeah, PARTY IN MY BUSH! (My mother's going to be so dissapointed if she ever reads this)
Tomorrow Stasia, her brother and I head up to Smoko to live on gin and limes for a weekend.
Here is a list of what I imagine it is going to be like:
• Stasia and I will drink gin and lie down
• There will be a lot of bands that you've never heard of
• At some point people will get naked and dance
• Lots of boys from bands will try to kiss me
• I will maintain my ever elegant appearances and grace despite not having a shower for two days
• It will be very well organised
• Stasia may try to do things to me while I'm sleeping
• I might like it
• I will change my mind about how much I like it and run off with Kim to a B&B in Bright where they have showers and beds and breakfasts and expect Kim to pay.
When I return I will give you another list detailing what it was really like and you can live vicariously through me. Maybe I will even take notes while I'm there and write a proper review for a street mag and finally launch myself into the career I am destined for; proffessional party correspondant.
I still haven't found my sleeping bag.
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4 comments:
Love LOVE what might happen.
so... how was smoko?
I CAN'T sell my Meredith ticket.
No, neither can I... or at least not for what I'd like to sell it for. That's pretty much the only reason why I'm going.
I blame Daft Punk for this.
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