If i had to desrcribe this weekend in one word, i think it would have to be crazy.

this weekend started with a 4am wake up call to catch a 6:30 am flight to venice for the highly anticipated heineken jammin' festival. there was a pretty big group of us and we were all pumped! (although there was some mourning for some, because they lost all their liquids at security) So we arrive in venice and make our way to our hostel. This is where the first bit of drama errupted. There were two different rooms, one had air-conditioning and a private bathroom and shower, while the other did not. I was fortunate (read: smart enough) to book the one that clearly said "3-bed private bathroom ensuite". the other group was not so lucky. they were pretty pissed and were not about to let us have the better room. we tried saying it would be fine, they would only use it sleeping anyways seeing as we were going to be out all day at the concert, and they could use our shower. but whatever.

it was still pretty early in the morning and the mainstage bands didn't go on til night time, so we decided to go into venice and tour a bit. two of the girls in the other hostel room were still upset about that whole situation and were pissy the whole time. we went to the murano glass island which was TONS of fun and full of pretty things. then we decided to head to the concert grounds, where we figured we'd get a head start on the drinking.

we ended up buying these little green half tent thingies because we didn't want to sit on the grass, they turned out to be the best investment of our lives. The clouds started rolling in not long after that, and even though we knew it was going to be kind of rainy that day, we were in no way prepared for what was going to happen. My Chemical Romance is setting up to play, The Killers' music video is on the big screens and blasting through the park, and we're all just chilling and having a great time with the other 150,000 people. It starts to rain a little, and we're thinking, "ok, no big deal, cools things down anyways". then it turns into more or a pouring kind of rain, this is when my friend maria and i decide to pull the top part of the tent down further to keep the rain from hitting us. then it's a torrential downpour, and we pull the top all the way down to the ground, and we're holding it down. we're still joking around and having a good time and enjoying the beer. the winds started picking up and all of a sudden it wasn't so funny anymore, and turned into more of a scared shitless feeling. it felt like someone was standing in front of our tent throwing buckets of ice at us, and it hurt because we're trying to hold this thing down, and ice is being pelted on our arms through the tent. wind was intense, the hail was the size of ping pong balls, and people were screaming all around us. we were really scared. my poor friend alicia was all by her self in another tent right next to us, and kept calling to us to make sure we were still there.

the whole thing lasted about 15 minutes, and when we finally emerged it was major chaos. the big towers holding the speakers, and big screens up had all collapsed, taking people with them and crushing others. ambulances were howling all around us and over 150,000 people were trying to make sense of what had just happened. it was all so surreal, and most of us were in shock. we were all pushed out of the park and the concert was cancelled for the day. but the bridge was shutdown, and nothing was running, so we joined this huge mob of people walking towards our hostel. we walked 7km to our hostel. seven. it took us about 3.5-4 hours to do. it was crazy. we were so exhausted when we got back, we showered, ate dinner at the restaraunt and went to bed. and that was just day 1.
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2 Responses
  1. mom Says:

    Think of the stories you'll have to tell your children and grandchildren.

  2. Anonymous Says:

    um holy crap

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