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Post by rüstü on May 9, 2013 17:51:53 GMT -8
I'm getting far too excited to contain myself at this point (dear god it's only 2 weeks away), and I Dr. Garbanzoure everyone has a "magical moment" that's happened at Sasquatch. Something totally inexplicable that made your weekend even better than you could've comprehended.
I've got a few to share beyond what's I've already posted in other spots, so here goes:
In 2011 we were hoping to find some of my girlfriend's old friends who were driving up from California, but couldn't get a hold of them due to reception and it was looking very unlikely that we'd see them. We started setting up our campsite and noticed about 10 minutes later that her friends were setting up their camp in the next row, about 15 feet from our camp. I think we both ended up doing the most unexpected double take of our lives, and then much celebration occurred.
That same year, we'd split up from our close friend during the day and ended up messing up our plans to meet up. So we headed over to Deerhunter and were enjoying the hell out of the set, so we lit a joint to make the moment even better. About halfway through, I looked around me and saw that my friend was standing literally right next to me in the crowd. We had a small freak out and shouted his name right in his face and held out the joint for him to take, and I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he realized that we were right there. I don't know if I'll ever see someone as ecstatic as he was at that moment, it was pure unadulterated joy. The kind of joy you think that only dogs and children on Christmas day can achieve. Happier than we thought possible, we enjoyed the rest of Deerhunter together.
Anybody else?
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2013 18:52:32 GMT -8
In 2011 I tied my car key to my pants and went in to the venue. I noticed it was still tied there before I walked back to camp, but when I stopped for some spicy pie, my key and money were nowhere to be found. I went back to camp and devoured some hot dog buns and fell asleep. My friend had my spare key, and I found my money in question on the floor of my tent in the morning, so all was well.
Two days later, packing up, my key was just hanging by the string from my collapsible picnic table thing. It makes no sense whatsoever, but it makes me really happy to just think about it.
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Post by weenie on May 9, 2013 21:38:22 GMT -8
My favourite was trying to find my sister for an entire Sasquatch and having no luck in 2011. One of the first things I see on Friday in 2012? One very familiar tiny blond hipster amongst the thousands.
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Post by suedehead on May 10, 2013 8:12:45 GMT -8
i went last year and the moment that sticks out most is when i went to the shitter and there was a chicken foot in the urinal.
also, early one morning, right before the shitters were cleaned, there was a long lineup to use them. I waited and waited for a john to use, and finally a drop dead gorgeous girl walked out of one, so i go in, with a turtles head, ready to pull my drawers down, and what do i see? A HUGE, SICKLY , GREY , SLIGHTLY GREASY pile of shit right on the fucking seat......... I lost my shit right there.
Hopefully, this year will result in much more pleasant memories...
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Post by wonk on May 10, 2013 8:30:16 GMT -8
i went last year and the moment that sticks out most is when i went to the shitter and there was a chicken foot in the urinal. also, early one morning, right before the shitters were cleaned, there was a long lineup to use them. I waited and waited for a john to use, and finally a drop dead gorgeous girl walked out of one, so i go in, with a turtles head, ready to pull my drawers down, and what do i see? A HUGE, SICKLY , GREY , SLIGHTLY GREASY pile of shit right on the fucking seat......... I lost my shit right there. Hopefully, this year will result in much more pleasant memories... Truly magical indeed. It's these random experiences that make you realize how marvelous Sasquatch really is. Pics please, thanks. |
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Post by Pea on May 10, 2013 8:33:44 GMT -8
Honey Buckets are indeed magical festival portals where all morals and sensibilities go right out the window.
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Post by rüstü on May 10, 2013 8:46:31 GMT -8
I'm glad that the moment you most thoroughly enjoyed about Sasquatch was seeing a hot girl's poop on a toilet seat.
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Post by Jefferin Jeffotash on May 10, 2013 9:34:34 GMT -8
We must have camped close to that guy..The nest that was closest to our camp had the chicken foot, can't say that it came as a surprise though, someone was kind enough to write with sharpie on the door "mother fucking chicken foot"...
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 10, 2013 10:02:32 GMT -8
i went last year and the moment that sticks out most is when i went to the shitter and there was a chicken foot in the urinal. also, early one morning, right before the shitters were cleaned, there was a long lineup to use them. I waited and waited for a john to use, and finally a drop dead gorgeous girl walked out of one, so i go in, with a turtles head, ready to pull my drawers down, and what do i see? A HUGE, SICKLY , GREY , SLIGHTLY GREASY pile of shit right on the fucking seat......... I lost my shit right there. Hopefully, this year will result in much more pleasant memories... In an attempt to avoid the annual board fight which takes place 2-4 weeks before the festival, I've been mostly monitoring the board without saying much this month. Posts like this (and 100% of suedehead's other posts) are the reason why. |
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 10, 2013 10:04:08 GMT -8
i went last year and the moment that sticks out most is when i went to the shitter and there was a chicken foot in the urinal. also, early one morning, right before the shitters were cleaned, there was a long lineup to use them. I waited and waited for a john to use, and finally a drop dead gorgeous girl walked out of one, so i go in, with a turtles head, ready to pull my drawers down, and what do i see? A HUGE, SICKLY , GREY , SLIGHTLY GREASY pile of shit right on the fucking seat......... I lost my shit right there. Hopefully, this year will result in much more pleasant memories... YOU ARE A THIRTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD MAN WHO CAN'T SPELL, USES PHRASES LIKE 'TURTLE HEAD' AND MAKES ASININE POSTS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT ON THE INTERNET. FUCK YOU. |
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 10, 2013 10:04:52 GMT -8
Wait... I seem to remember wonk buying a new computer recently. Nevermind; carry on.
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Post by polecat on May 10, 2013 10:05:51 GMT -8
I think we both ended up doing the most unexpected double take of our lives, and then much celebration occurred.  |
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Post by rüstü on May 10, 2013 10:09:49 GMT -8
Those eyes are haunting, I can't stop watching that.
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Post by rüstü on May 10, 2013 10:13:04 GMT -8
I definitely cringe a little bit when someone calls a bathroom a "shitter". Bathroom sounds so much better, and also at Sasquatch the required name is Honey Bucket, there is no other way to refer to them. It's the best way to make something so horrendous and foul sound like a land of hedonistic pleasure.
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Post by Professor Pancakes on May 10, 2013 10:26:28 GMT -8
i went last year and the moment that sticks out most is when i went to the shitter and there was a chicken foot in the urinal. also, early one morning, right before the shitters were cleaned, there was a long lineup to use them. I waited and waited for a john to use, and finally a drop dead gorgeous girl walked out of one, so i go in, with a turtles head, ready to pull my drawers down, and what do i see? A HUGE, SICKLY , GREY , SLIGHTLY GREASY pile of shit right on the fucking seat......... I lost my shit right there. Hopefully, this year will result in much more pleasant memories... YOU ARE A THIRTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD MAN WHO CAN'T SPELL, USES PHRASES LIKE 'TURTLE HEAD' AND MAKES ASININE POSTS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT ON THE INTERNET. FUCK YOU. Damn, I've missed having you around here. |
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 10, 2013 10:36:22 GMT -8
I'm pretty alright.
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Post by Professor Pancakes on May 11, 2013 12:14:55 GMT -8
I don't know if this counts, but was anyone else there in 2006 when the power went out during ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead? Instead of stopping their show, they all just grabbed a drum and had an impromptu drum circle for 5 or 10 minutes until the power came back. Maybe magical isn't the right word, but it was pretty damn cool.
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