Some douchebag from Washington told us to take the I-5 all the way to Sasquatch, and then when we got separated from our friends with the GPS we thought "oh okay that guy said this will work so lets do this"
WE DROVE ALL THE WAY TO TACOMA! And I accidentally stole maps from a convenient store because I legit thought they were free (they were $8 each. I stole two.) Fuck it though, got us to the Safeway in Ellensburg where we met up with the rest of our festival gang.
To be fair, we use this trick to defend our homeland against the all too trusting annual Canadian Invasion. Someday you guys might want to try and take Washington back.
Understandable then! I guess I'd be a tad nervous about us too.
A friend was really drunk before Beirut started, and we were trying to get into the inner pit. Well he decided to "look for his mom up front" and started yelling "MY MOM SHE'S UP THERE SHE'S SCARED I NEED TO GET HER MY MOM MY MOM I NEED TO GO UP FRONT MY MOM!" When nobody would let him past, he started playing rock paper scissors with everyone to trade spots with them!
We finally got into the inner pit and there he goes again with the "mom" thing. This time people are just lettin' him go because he's so drunk. As he got closer to the front, every 5 feet we would see a group of heads turn, and what looked like another rock paper scissors game, and on he would go.
Eventually someone pointed him out to security and he got lifted out. Buuuut not before he played rock paper scissors with security first, and lost.
I didn't see him at the festival after that happened
Howard Kremer AKA Dragonboy Suede AKA host of podcast Who Charted? AKA one of the comedians at Sasquatch '2012 spends a good half hour detailing his experience at Sasquatch. One of my favorite parts when he makes a Molly joke and no one knows what the fuck what he's talking about.
My sasquatch started out with an awesome grocery shopping experience. I had most of the group I was going to go to Sasquatch with bail the week or two before this year, and ended up going with just one other friend. We were a little bummed out that our group was missing and it was going to be just the two of us. We stopped for groceries and in the fruit department I randomly ran into Davers and Kymess and their whole group, who I had met at Live at Squamish last year. They let us join up with them and camp with them for the weekend and they turned out to be the most fun and awesome group of people I could have asked to be there with. I called it a Sasquatch miracle the rest of the weekend.
^^^ This is why Canadians are awesome. So kind and generous compared to Americans.
Nevermind the two Sasquatch virgins that came all the way from Cali last year that I took into our camping group, both of which have become two of my closest friends and likely will be for life. Are you fucking serious dude?