HAPPY NESS pt.2

Saturday morning hit us as hard as our hang overs did. I wish I could have seen what I looked like climbing out of my tent every morning.
Dishevelled, limping from sleeping badly, rubbing my eyes from dry contacts, and chugging water to get rid of the desert in my mouth while wandering to the out house for my morning pee. That right there is pure wholesome entertainment.
After I gave my neighbours that entertainment, I went to get some breakfast. After eating I wandered over into third field, I promised Sincerity that I would check on her in the morning. We bumped into each other on the path, and I tag along with her back to the main stage.
She had been having a rough morning, non stop puking. She threw up on an ant. She threw up in the creek.
From her pain came something beautiful, the most witty comment I heard all weekend. A person came up to her, and the following was said.

"Wow! For someone as hung over as you are, you don't look like you are feeling bad."
"Really? Because I feel like I just threw up in an outhouse."

I did convince her to eat something once she was feeling a bit better. It seemed to do the trick because she was fine for the rest of the day. We all separated back to our camp sites for naps, with the plan on meeting up later.
When I got back to my tent, the babes next door were having a picnic. I offered to share my tub of blueberries, if I could sit with them. They accepted, and said I didn't even need the berries. Score!
We chatted for a while, before they stayed getting ready for the night. I had recognized one of them from somewhere else, the pride festival. These girls were the 'Condom Fairies', they put on glittery make up and wings to hand out condoms from the Aids foundation.
They put some glittery football player maks on my face, and we were off for the night. We went separate ways for most of the night. That was until I saw the fairy girl I had recognized from the city. I thought it would be a good idea to give her back one of her condoms, but with my number written on it.
Yup. That didn't work, I haven't heard from her since. I don't hit a home run every time.

Sage preformed on the main stage that night. We all stood right up front, and super fanned. She did an amazing job.

Wing Man and I spent most of this night together, running around talking to different people. We bumped into a friend of mine, and spent the rest of the night with her. Let's call her Monroe. I had seen her around the city a few times, but never really talked to her. Then we were invited to the same wedding, and were sat at the same table so we got to know each other better.
She and her girlfriend had broken up, but had already planned this Ness trip together so they were stuck tenting with each other.
We all had a ton of fun together. We were never in one spot to long. We completely violated the drum circle, one of the people I was with jumped in there and started drumming away to her own beat. Then dancing like a crazy person, it was funny.

We were walking down a path through third field when we stumbled upon a spot where someone had cut open glow sticks, and poured them all over the ground and plants. They glowed bright in the darkness, I thought it looked like unicorn blood.
Yes, I am a Harry Potter mega fan. I started telling the people who walked by not to drink the unicorn blood or they would live a half life.

We were trying to stay awake til 5am, because Sage was reading at the poetry slam at that time.
We failed.
After the main stage ended, everyone splits off to the Chill tent, or the drum circle. Since we had already stopped at the drum circle, and now there may have been pictures of us up around the area warning others about us.
Warning: Registered Drum Circle Offenders.
So to the Chill Tent it was.

The music was decent, but the crowd sucked. It was full of all the douche bags, like the people who just got back from Craven (A gross country music festival. Where the words most said are: Let'er buck, football, and Get'er done.) These are the people who are ruining Ness Creek, they don't care about the music or the general hippy vibe it is supposed to have. They just get drunk, and blare rap from their cars. Seriously, rap at a folk music festival is not okay.
We could only stand the douche bags for a few minutes, so we decided to call it a night.

All the partying, and lack of sleep caught up with us Sunday. A lot of people when to the beach before heading home, but we just wanted to get our stuff packed up so we could go home.
I got my site all put away, then went for a little walk. Everyone was winding down, and it was nice to talk to everyone at this time.
I had a coffee, and went to see the creek with Wing Man. It is a beautiful spot. The creek curls around the green surrounding it. The trees rise so high into the sky, and there were tons of dragon flies in the air. Wing Man almost ruined the beautiful moment by saying that it looked like a salad dressing commercial. If it hadn't been true the moment would have been lost, but it was true. It looked exactly like a salad dressing commercial, when they turn the creek into a flowing river of ranch dressing, and the trees into broccoli.

Sage, Wing Man and I went on a little walk together. It felt like it was the end of something magical, but the beginning of a new level of friendship for us all. We had such a good time with each other that weekend, it would not have been the same without each other. I decided that this was like the Breakfast Club. We came into the festival one person but we all left knowing more about ourselves, thanks to each other. I was the dorky kid, Sage was the weird gothy girl, and Wing Man was the punk misfit. In case you were wondering which character we were.

The drive home flew by for me. I spent the whole time reminiscing on the events of the weekend. Before I knew it I was home, and completely exhausted. I looked like a mess when I walked into my house. I had glitter and mud on my face. Glitter is the herpes of craft supplies. It is a life long decision to put glitter on. It stays with you, and spreads to everything you touch. There is a trail of people from Ness covered in glitter.
I didn't even have time to nap, even though I desperately needed too. I jumped into the shower and tried to wash the glitter, dirt, and slut off of me. Then my extended Ness started.
I thought it was back to reality, but I was wrong. The energy of Ness came back with me, like a bad case of herpes. That is for the next post! Not me having herpes . . . I don’t have herpes.