Partying like a rock star is no new thing to me and being a bit of a wild child I have learnt the ways in which to party to the max and get the most out of the time spent busting and shaking so that one can take a break from partying for a good long while once the weekend is over. With a beefcake of a friend coming for the weekend I new I had to pull a pink bunny out of the floral hat. With his arrival, we immediately hit the beach to get into the groove of things to come. Taking in the view of the awesome apostles really sets the tone for the fact that "I am in Cape Town". Tetrahydrocannabinol , also known as delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol , or dronabinol, is the main psychoactive substance found in the cannabis plant. In short it makes you feel good and allows sights such as the mountain envelope you from within. Allowing the muscles to relax, picking up your heart rate and at making the skin sensitive to heat or cold, is all so very prevalent. But the most important property is the psychedelic aspect that makes something as amazing as the mountain sort of enter you in a spiritual way.
Moving over to Clifton 3rd, we soaked up the sun's rays. The body produces Vitamin D from sunlight and a lack of Vitamin D can leave one feeling rather depressed. And although there is no real recommendation on how much sunlight to get on ones skin, due in large part to cancer, sun is still pretty damn important. So slap on the SPF 50 and run around outside. Naturally, before taking part in a festival, I like to get some sun on my skin so that when i am dancing around, completely unaware, all day in the sun I do not burn. So get some sun before you hit a festival. Do not think you can get a tan there, all you will get is sunstroke. And don't forget to drink as much H2O as possible.
Arriving at Rocking the Daisies, we get settled and move over to the dam for a cocktail before the Arrows are set to start the day off. A sweet, rum-based cocktail made with rum, cream of coconut, and pineapple juice, usually served either blended or shaken with ice. It may be garnished with a pineapple wedge or a maraschino cherry or both. The piña colada has been the official beverage of Puerto Rico since 1978... and mine since 2008.
Later on was a democratically-elected kings of cool, Gazelle. I grooved to disco and electro synth-pop and, of course, an elaborate show fitting to the audience of a third-world dictator.
Ending my night of bands with Jack Parow. The fresh prince of Bellville and surrounds. With a cap that’s longer than yours and razor-sharp lyrics about all things zef.
By that time it was time set it off with a little rush of the dance variety.
And a man by the name of Regan had me busting such a jam that I almost came in my pants right there on the dance floor. The lyrics, the beat, the bass... it all wrapped around my spine, up towards my brain and with every pulsation, it pulsated through my nerves to the ends of every part of my body. I almost came in my pants right there on the dance floor! So I guess that man has a new groupie and he can be guaranteed to have me following him around wherever he goes.
The following day is spent around the dam until the sun becomes too hot. Admittedly I am that guy that falls asleep just about anywhere, however, this time when I woke up I was surrounded by other people that also decided that it was nap time before hitting a dance tent to pick it all up by nightfall.
And by night it all begins again... to the max... alc, THC, VIT D, LARK, Electro, Molly, fungi and a whole lot of H2O. Eventually I found myself alone on one of the dance floors breaking down as if it were the first time I had ever danced. You will be surprised at how often you get hit on when you are alone and jamming as if you just don't give a damn. Add to that, by very forceful women. As cocky as I may be, when i dance I generally do it alone. Dancing is like masturbating, one can achieve maximum pleasure when one is primarily focused on oneself:-D
Back to the women... the women would just immediately grab my belt and pull me closer. The men would slowly creep I closer, trying to get their legs in between mine. On both levels I am totally thrown off, mainly because I was waiting for a certain gentleman to magically pop up and dance with me, but that fairtytale did not come true. So one can get laid at a festival and more than once, I guess I am just waiting for butterflies again, I mean the whole sleeping around a campsite... it's so 2006.