It’s only 10:55 p.m. and I’ve already drank two energy drinks. As I enter the gate, security checks everyone’s bags for prohibited items. Then I look up and see that fireworks are popping off above our heads and I start to feel excited. I’m not really sure where to go from here so I walk to an information desk and pick-up a map.
I move with my group through several art installations. Then we pass by a herd of performers and I’m in awe of their costumes. Who knew you could squeeze so many sequins on one pair of pants? We take a detour to the restroom and I notice a shimmery rhinestone floating in one of the sinks. Go figure.
As we return to the frenzied crowd, I continue to notice the creativity of the outfits. Several festivalgoers are wearing flowers, others have chosen to wear unicorn horns. Many couples have decided to match one another.
We make our way past Stage 7 and I hear the song “Drop It Like It’s Hot” by Snoop Dogg. I didn’t expect that here. I glance at the schedule and see the Diplo is playing Cosmic Meadow in five minutes. We get there and wade through a sea of sweaty bodies. Then I wonder if I’m about to get a second-hand high because there’s a whole lot of weed in the air.
After a ride on the Ferris wheel, we walk to Kinetic Field. Armin Van Buuren looks so small compared to the massive set behind him. I can’t see anything he’s doing but the audience is losing their minds. I hear one guy ask a friend, “How many did you take?” To which the friend replies, “Just one.” I hope everyone stays safe.
It’s about time to go so we revisit the restroom one last time. On the way there, I see a totem the shape of a backside that reads “twerk or die.” I have to take a picture with it. And show it to no one.
Before I know it, it’s 4 a.m. and time to leave. I down one more energy drink for good measure and head back home, watching the sunrise over the Valley. Until next time.