hot hot heat

The Laneway Festival was hot. I'm not talking about the bands or the people, although they were pretty hot too but I'm referring to the heat. The kind of heat that beats down on you at mid-day while you're trying to catch a glimpse of Feist or makes your sunscreen covered skin literally drip with sweat (which by the way did wonders for my fringe). I found myself willingly paying obscene amounts of money for beer just to sip cold liquid or press the chilly can against my forehead (not to mention that the beer line was in the shade) but after a while I just didn't care. Perhaps it was the fact I was drinking beer instead of water to hydrate, or that everyone around me was sweaty too but we had a blast. We danced, we pushed through crowds, we weaved between stages, we rested in the shade and rejoiced when the sun when down. It was a long, hot, sweaty day but it was great and so were the bands. I can't wait to do it all over again next year...