Lowlands Live: Leaving

Cruising through the Polder. Trying to find a way ashore. But why put up signs to major cities like Utrecht or Amsterdam? Instead, there are names like Nijkerk (like anyone gives a fuck).

Filter was good. Pretty loud and they must have had 15 guitars with them because they changed mic’s and guitars every song or two. The Breeders were okay, but Jaya the Cat wasn’t good at all. Danko Jones in the Charlie tent was fucking amazing! I don’t have words for it, really. I danced my ass off! I went wild. There were some deejays as well in several tents after the bands were done playing, and the Alpha had the whole poprock thing going. Meanwhile, in the Golf there was hiphop disco and in the Foxtrot (where Jaap wanted to go) there was dutch bad music. Smartlappen. *Vomit* I wasn’t in the mood for it.

I’ve seen some familiar faces at Lowlands: Rianne from my old Highschool, whom I hadn’t seen nor spoken to in three years. Mr. Grunt from Ede was there only because his sister had won tickets. Esther and Corrie from school. Tom, Martine and Wup from the Dutchelfwood group.

Jaap was a very nice guy indeed. Wouldn’t mind seeing him again. He has my phone number…

Home.

First of all, I’m too darn loyal and probably that’s good.
Secondly, I need to kill Patrick fast.

So if Jaap doesn’t call me I’m calling him in a week. I am glad I didn’t go into the Foxtrot tent with him, because I was pretty tired and he was pretty drunk. And I loathe drunk people. I hate the way they get. He’s a real nice guy but I don’t know what would have happened if I would have gone dancing with him again.

And Patrick, well. Just give me an axe. He hasn’t payed the electricity bill so when we got home from Lowlands, in dire need of a shower, we found out that the gas was disconnected (so no hot water and so also no hot shower). His petty excuse was that he did pay the bill but that the electricity company just screwed up and that they had faxed and so on but I was real angry. The problem is that we can’t to jack about it.

Did I once mention I hate being powerless?

We’re just hanging, the third laundry almost done. Tommy is watching tv. I just need to keep going or I’ll fall asleep. I want to postpone that until at least 8 pm. Three more hours *grin*.