The Journey - Friday

So, I went away on Friday at 8am.
Where we were going : Oxegen.
Punchestown Racecourse to be exact.

So, everyone standing, waiting on the bus, half asleep, getting ready to get drunk on the bus and having staaaccckkksss of bags (maybe that was just me.)

We go down, the bus journey was eventful in itself:
Memorable moments:
Singing along to:
Calvin Harris - Acceptable in the 80s.
Rhianna - Umbrella (:D)

Cheering at random people in Enniskillen, Kells, Virginia. Great craic.
Taking about 40 'Piss-stops!!" (Which later became known as "Pisssssss-STOPPPPP!!!".).
Christy banging people off their bikes as they drove past with his "Retro-Bat" (Some Tennis bat from the 80s).

We finally arrived at Punchestown at around 5.. or 6, I'm not too sure to be honest, but it was late afternoon, and, it was pissing down.
I had the most bags out of everyone to be honest, so, my trek was near impossible... we clock up around 3mile before we're even close to the campsite...
Ticketmaster scan my ticket (everythings fine).
Then I get 'strip searched'.
Then, I go to "Craggy oul woman who doesn't like the look of me" and I'm greeted with "Your tickets a dud, get out." (I eventually persuaded her that my ticket was real after about half an hour, and now I'm soaked, depressed and I have no bridge to hurl myself off.

So, we begin walking again, another laborious walk, and when we find a spot that's got enough room, we whack up our tents and begin the "move-in".
All the food is stashed in one corner of my tent, sleeping bags rolled out (roll-mats put out) and bags set aside, we begin "Operation Dry-Off and Eat-Up".

The rest of the day (up until about 4 or 5am) was spent having a bit of craic, listening to the Klaxons or Daft Punk and getting general festivities under way.