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Post by emptyfox on Apr 11, 2013 15:57:15 GMT -8
Ummm, I'm pretty sure I did the zombie march back to camp screaming that shit at the top of my lungs with all the other zombies in 2011.
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Post by Fig on Apr 11, 2013 15:57:49 GMT -8
Aye!
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Post by emptyfox on Apr 11, 2013 15:57:56 GMT -8
Coulda been 2010. That shit is hazy as fuck.
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Post by Fig on Apr 11, 2013 15:58:29 GMT -8
I recall doing it in 2011 the day that Matt and Kim played.
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Post by Jefferin Jeffotash on Apr 11, 2013 16:00:33 GMT -8
Last year during the zombie march there was a group with a guitar singing the chorus to Three Little Birds but I don't think any of them knew the rest of the song so they just kept repeating the chorus...We all sung along anyways...
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Post by polecat on Apr 11, 2013 17:57:44 GMT -8
my greatest campground chanting/screaming affair was in 2009, after two of my friends, two random girls, and myself won - i shit you not - probably 50 games of flip cup in a row, against quite the variety of passerby challengers. we were cheering "CAMP 18!! CAMP 18!!" after each game (as our group and the random girls were camping somewhere near a post with the number 18 on it), and then other people started in on the "FUCK 18!! FUCK 18!!" chants. then there was a whole other group of people yelling for all of us to shut the hell up, and rightfully so as it was about 5 AM at the time. this went on for hours.
these stories get me stoked. er, stroked.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Apr 11, 2013 18:24:37 GMT -8
Note to self: don't camp anywhere near polecat.
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Post by polecat on Apr 11, 2013 18:49:11 GMT -8
That's fair. We were annoying as all hell, no doubt.
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Post by Cbats on Apr 11, 2013 19:09:03 GMT -8
Not to downplay everyones stories but there's like a 50 percent chance at any given moment that a group of drunk people will bust out just a friend. That shit almost certainly happens EVERY year at Sasquatch.
Thankfully it never gets old.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Apr 11, 2013 19:56:49 GMT -8
I mean, I know it wasn't the most original thing to do but fuck it. It was fun as hell and I was drunk off my ass, it was a proud moment.
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Post by scough on Apr 12, 2013 9:00:19 GMT -8
Not to downplay everyones stories but there's like a 50 percent chance at any given moment that a group of drunk people will bust out just a friend. That shit almost certainly happens EVERY year at Sasquatch. Thankfully it never gets old. It got busted out in 2010 on one of the premier shuttles headed back to the campground at the end of one of the days, everyone on the damn short bus was singing that shit. That was one of at least half a dozen times that weekend where a big singalong to that song started out of nowhere. Just one of probably a couple hundred distinct Sasquatch memories of mine from the last five years.
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Post by scough on Apr 12, 2013 9:05:52 GMT -8
In 2008 I stumbled upon a camp in the District who had a barrel fire (I think?) and like 50 people gathered around, playing various string instruments and drums and, as the crowd continued to swell in numbers, we played and sang "Umbrella" by Rhianna. That's one of my first ever Sasquatch memories from my first year going. I don't know how the fire didn't get shut down faster than it did, could have started a giant brush fire with all the wind at the campground. Another memory from 2008 was a group of Canadians that were throwing all their crushed, empty beer cans into a big pile and by Sunday night we dubbed it "beer can mountain" because there had to have been 200 cans. Those Canucks were likely perma-drunk that entire weekend.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Apr 12, 2013 9:39:28 GMT -8
Those Canucks were likely perma-drunk that entire weekend. Are you not??
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Post by Tom on Apr 13, 2013 10:11:50 GMT -8
Is there an Excel version of the schedule anywhere? Sorry to be lazy.
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Post by emptyfox on Apr 13, 2013 10:17:44 GMT -8
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Post by scough on Apr 16, 2013 7:57:31 GMT -8
Those Canucks were likely perma-drunk that entire weekend. Are you not?? I've never been much of a drinker, and don't require alcohol to have fun at Sasquatch. Call it lame if you'd like, but I'd rather watch other people make fools of themselves and be able to remember the whole weekend.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Apr 16, 2013 8:38:46 GMT -8
Man, I don't give a shit if you drink or not, but a lot of us can drink a lot and have a blast without forgetting shit. The only fuzzy Sasquatch memories I've got are between 3 and 6 AM.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Apr 16, 2013 8:46:42 GMT -8
Not that I don't make an ass of myself every year. I totally do. It's a fucking blast.
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Post by stalkinopossum on Apr 16, 2013 10:43:41 GMT -8
My first year I puked before making it into the gate and only remember half of the Mumford and Sons set, which was on bigfoot ha. And the half of what I remember was plenty because all of their songs still sound exactly like the ones I saw.
But that being said I learned my lesson about drinking too hard too early.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 7:08:08 GMT -8
Last year was my first Sasquatch. Blacking out made my Friday last year better...
A traveling caravan of entrepreneurial gypsys came by at 11am and sold us some goods (edibles, drinkables, etc). I was already at least 6 beers deep as well. I think the "drinkable" stuff had some shady stuff in it. I was almost instantly blackout.
At one point I have a hazy memory of trading my sombrero to some other guy for his baseball hat and a small square piece of paper that I put on my tongue... I'm not sure if this was on the grounds or at the campsite.
Regardles I went wondering around the camp and lost my group. It couldn't have been later than 2pm at this point.
I lost the next 4 or 5 hours of my life!
I have ZERO recollection of walking into the Gorge for the first time. ZERO. The walk, the view, getting down into the main stage pit area. ZERO recollection. My first memory was near the end of the Santigold set. I was smack dab in the middle of the inner pit. I was completely messed up. Everything was moving, and I turned around and the entire hill of people behind me blew my skull. I had no idea how I got there (still don't).
My $315 ticket had magically turned into a wristband. I still shudder to think that I was completely blackout and risked driving 16 hours only to risk losing my ticket. Someone must have taken care of me at some point.
I stayed in the pit area right through Girl Talk and Pretty Lights. Probably the most fun I've ever had. I spent half of the Pretty Lights set turned around 180 degrees just staring at the hill of people behind me.
I remember walking back to the camp after Pretty Lights and just thinking to myself that I must have been transported in there because there is no way I could have possibly forgotten that walk.
Bizarre day.
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