Are you guys ready for the story? I really wanted to go to FYF, but I was kinda torn because I was trying to stay on a strict budget. When they announced the mix tape contest, I knew I would try out and then see how it goes. I worked two weekends, and week nights after work. Perfecting the mix tape, even doing a play back to make sure it got recorded properly. Then decorating. When I heard there was an overwhelming amount of submissions, I started to get nervous because I really wanted to win grand prize. Luckily for me though, I ended up winning the runner up prize. Which meant I was going to FYF 2012! (I had gone to FYF 2009.)
Friday night, I make my schedule of which bands to see. I don't want to start too early because I have to see Refused closing. We get there in time to see Cloud Nothings. They were pretty good. I like their tunes, but I didn't really like the super long jam session parts. I think they can do without those, or cut it short, or put in more complex guitar solos. Just my two cents, but I like "Stay Useless" a lot. We watch their set. We grab some vegan treats from Babycakes, iced coffee from Handsome Coffee Roasters, and a smoothie. We sit in the shade, then head to the main stage to watch Pains of Being Pure at Heart. Love them! Their set was sweet. I loved hearing Young Adult Friction live. That's my favorite song by them. They have two songs left and I start to feel sick. I thought the sun was bothering me, but I soon realize I'm really sick and I need to vomit. I quickly start walking to the porta potties. Gosh, it felt so far. I start getting super dizzy. At this point, I'm either going to faint, or I'm going to throw up in the middle of the festival and totally embarrass myself. I start running and even cut a guy in line (so sorry). I find an open porta potty and immediately barf. Like everything. It was so sad. My body starts to hurt and I start to get chills really bad. I'm like freezing cold. I lie down on the grass to rest. After all, the most important reason I came to FYF was to see Refused. And it wasn't another like 5 hours til they go on. I try desperately to recover. I'm wearing three layers of clothes, and still cold. I grab a powerade, since you're supposed to refill on electrolytes or something. I go to the merch line. The couple in front of me take forever. I just need a freaking hoodie. Then I'm in line to pay, and I realize that I'm about to throw up again. I pay for my hoodie, grab my receipt. The nearby bathrooms are all crowded and have lines. I walk away from the merch booth, and right there in front of Origami Vinyl (sorry), I barf again. Luckily, my sweet friend found me a trash can. I throw up the little powerade I drank. I start to accept the fact that I'm very sick and I need to go home and that I will not be able to see Refused tonight. Sleigh Bells are on the main stage, and they sound great. I wish I was dancing and feeling well, I wish I was taking lots of pictures with my friends and eating yummy foods. But I was miserably unwell. We leave the festival. I'm flabbergasted by the situation and the timing of my illness.
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