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Festival Romances

When the word 'festival' pops up, many things spring to mind: camping, new friendships forged, mind-blowing music and drinking stupid amounts of alcohol for breakfast.

What about getting down and dirty? Now mind you, I'm not talking about the muck, I'm talking about some sweet loving. But it's hardly on the cards when you are so busy with checking out your favourite artists, getting massages in the healing tent, looking for all your friends you've lost or recouping for the next marathon session.

There are also many reasons as to why you're not likely to make a smooth first impression. Chances are you haven't showered, your hair resembles something similar to a bird's nest, you're sleep deprived (because let's face it, who actually sleeps at these things?) and due to all the chemicals floating around in your body, you've been rambling incoherent rubbish. You're just not in your element to turn on the charisma.

Sure you may agree that love is indeed blind, but perhaps not blind enough to ignore the spittle that has accumulated at the corners of the mouth of the hottie you were chatting up. Meanwhile they think you're staring at their luscious lips, keen for a bit of tonsil hockey. Oh how very wrong they are...

But now that we have delved into the world of the sweet loving, let's explore the other side of the coin.

Now if you're at a festival, you're already amongst thousands of people that you have loads in common with. Yes, these people are just like you! They love music, having fun and getting completely obliterated -preferably whilst in fancy dress.
Everyone is in an unusually good mood, there's a buzz of excitement in the air and you find yourself happily chatting away to complete strangers as if you've known them for years. It's a recipe for success!

Just picture it... You're waiting patiently by the first aid tent, which was meant to be the meeting place. It's five minutes until Devo starts and your friends still have not arrived. Ten minutes later, it's evident that no one is going to show up so you skip along to the marquee on your own, eager to get in on the action. You battle your way to the front through the sweaty punters and you're met with an explosion of colour, music and great vibes. It's not long before you find yourself raving with a bunch of friendly strangers, sharing your precious water bottles and having the time of your life!

Before you know it, you've all gathered back at your tent, drinking the tequila you snuck in and vowing to meet up the next day for some partying. You're all loved up, feeling the unique bond between one another and it's getting late.
To be truthful, you've had your eye on a certain someone in particular and you're pretty sure they feel the same. As soon as you said you were thirsty they jumped at the chance to go for a water run (a little too eagerly perhaps) and now they keep mentioning that they may not have a tent for the night...

You politely offer your tent (it's only the right thing to do) and they casually reply, 'If worst comes to worst then I will share with you.' But you clearly both know that it's already a done deal.

For those of you that have engaged in the occasional festival romp -and I'm sure there are many of you - you will know that when it comes to privacy, it's almost non-existent. You can definitely count on the whole camp-site being able to relay your dirty talk word for word. Some of you may even be lucky enough to have a mate gate crash your passionate rendezvous, with a very witty remark such as, 'busted!' much to the horror of the late night visitor you've just pulled.

But by far the worst of them all is the morning after when the alcohol has left your system. You're bracing a hangover and as you struggle to break free from your tent, you're met with harsh daylight and your mates parked out front on their fold up chairs, gulping down beers. Then comes the highly amused expression's on their faces and comments such as, 'Who's the new friend hey?'

And so a fairy tale romance is born (well sort of). It may lead into meeting in the outside world or perhaps stay etched in your memory as 'that one night.'

Bobby Anderson, who attended The Playground Weekender festival in Sydney, Australia says that meeting someone at an event is very likely.
'Yeah it can happen, I met a girl. We were tent neighbours. Can't remember exactly how it happened, but we had the most meaningful chat ever about really deep shit and it just went from there. We have been in touch and gone for a meal since, so see how it goes I guess.'

You see dear's, festivals force you to get close. Real close. In the space of two days: you party together, get your freak on, and probably your toothbrush as well. You've already seen each other at your worst so things can only get better, right?
German DJ, Steve Bug who played at The Playground Weekender says, 'If it is in a beautiful location and the festival goes for the whole weekend, so people can camp there and stuff, then I think it can be very romantic…'

Now, I'm not saying that you should dress to the nines and prepare yourself for some sweet festival lurve – but you never know, it could have been you dressed in drag that allured her in the first place. But do keep an open mind. There is always the wonderful possibility of meeting a special someone during these grind fests. After all, love happens when you least expect it - and thank goodness it's blind!

 

Aleksandra Pejcinovic

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