A female native american indian - Future Music Festival Sydney 2010
All week it was raining. Forecast was raining. We bought tickets months ago, but on the day.. HALLELUJAH! Big old sun was out and about, kicking clouds’ ass. I put on my American Indian outfit, got some pre-drinks at a friends place and off we went – here we go!
Future Music Festival @ Randwick Racecourse Sydney
Assessment Time: 4pm – 10pm
Website: http://www.futuremusicfestival.com.au
Address: Royal Randwick Race Course, Randwick, Sydney
Dress Code / Door Policy: anything goes. Everybody wore sunnies. I wore an American Indian outfit.
Entry Fee / Cover Charge: $100 FR, $120 SR, $145 FR for GA Tickets
Inside: 7 or so massive dance areas. It’s a freaking racecourse. Well its not the course itself, but all the pavillions and surrounding grasslands.
Cloak Room: There was one but I was too lazy to walk to the other side of the course to put it in there
Bar: $10.50 for smirnoff ice cans. They’ve upped it from $10!! Dodgy. Both times we waited about 10-15 minutes for our drinks. Limit of 2 drinks per person.
DJs/Acts: Prodigy. Most epic set I have been to (I havent been to many). I was pretty much situated a good 200 or 300 metres so from the stage, and the whole area was still jumping up and down like a moshpit through all the songs. I missed every other main act, but they included David Guetta, Empire of the Sun, Sven Vath, Boys Noize, Dubfire, and Booka Shade from memory.
Music: House, Trance, Electronica
Crowd: Mixed bag of everything. Mostly caucasians if you wanted to classify.
Entertainment: Roller disco, Rides, free shots of drinks, and lots of other stuff we didn’t discover that day.
Weather: Sunny all day. Perfect.
Atmosphere: very good. The weather was great and provided for a good mood for everyone involved.
Future Music Festival Sydney Videos:
Me doing drunken cartwheels
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Prologue
A moment of inspiration
Me, Kevin and his friend (i forget his name) were drinking at Cargo Bar on Thursday night. We look below and see some uni students awaiting for a cruise. Kevin recognizes it as the UNSW Comsoc cruise, which he and his friend went to years ago. We watch as the party cruise ship sails in. It’s a double storey glass walled ship. The bottom level has a bar and is purely for dancing, judging by the empty wood/carpet floor. Upstairs looks like a chill out area to observe the sights. Suddenly Kevin cries, “Let’s get on that boat!”. We were all in business attire, but we were asian, so we looked young…. we were going to sneak on board.
What’s the password?
We meekly approached one of the widly dressed people, who was one of the organisers.
Kevin: We lost our tickets! They’re at home!
Wildy: Do you have your receipts?
Kevin: No, they’re at home as well
Wildy: (Getting suspicious) So tell me, how much were the tickets?
(I opened my mouth to say $40 but then Kevin butts in..)
Kevin: It was $35, right? (nodding head, serious look)
<< pause >>
Wildy: Have you seen the poster?? What did it look like?
Kevin: No, I havent seen the poster at all…
Wildy: Alright alright you can get on.. just line up
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……
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111
We couldn’t believe it, Kevin was a guessing genius!!!! We were all giddy and full of excitement, like little kids let loose in a toy department. We got stamped and walked on board with anticipation…
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