Alright. I've slept off the bitter wine flu I contracted at Bowler Bar's official after party (sort of) and the unofficial after party my friends and I enjoyed at Dragonfly, and now I'm ready to talk. Let me preface all of this by saying that I solemnly swear never to leave buying miniature bottles of vodka (to shove in my bag, because I am cheap and don't like paying festival prices for watered down vodka and lemonade) to the last minute, ever again. I bottle shop-hopped across Brisbane's Western suburbs and managed to find a bottle shop that had one - one singular miniature bottle - in stock, and I drank that one bottle within 15 minutes of entering the festival.
To be honest with you, I hit up Parklife on a whim of sorts. My friend S and I were driving to some ungodly rural town at an equally as ungodly hour (for a week of work-sponsored shenanigans), talking about Parklife's sweet biscuits line up this year (MSTRKRFT, Nero, Lykke Li, mainly), and decided that we'd go. Cut to me, desperately trying to book tickets on my iPhone before giving up and calling my mum to ask her if she'd pretty please do it for me.
I don't have much to say about the day itself - not out of any animosity for the event itself, because I had an awesome day with some awesome people listening to some awesome music - but merely because I've tried writing a paragraph about how cool beans my experience was, and it keeps coming out as pretentious fuckwittery. Long story made short, it was fucking awesome and, pending next year's line up, I'll be back, albeit with miniature alcoholic beverages that I was wise enough to procure beforehand and twice the amount of hand sanitizer.
Personal highlights included, but sure as fuck weren't limited to, Wolfgang Gartner, Feed Me, and Nero. But I don't even want to talk about the sadness that Example's entire fucking set inflicted on my soul. I won't even get into details about the shitty sound, or the irritating douchebags and their Oompa Loompa girlfriends.
As a side note, the pick up line of choice at the official after party seemed to be "Do you work in the industry or are you just here because you're hot?". Nice.
xo, CK
