We got kind of confused with the trams on the way back I think, and when we all finally got back to the house Floh was there - there was some problem with the ride out (I was secretly pleased about this). So we all hung out :)
The next day there was a ride out to this camping thing... with extra space. I was encouraged to go, but I said I had no sleeping bag and no tent so how was I supposed to camp?!?! I was told this was not normal camping, there was an indoor dance floor area, an unused stage that was covered, and there would be extra sleeping bags for sure there so I didn't have to worry. There was a river and a lake, food, workshops, etc... so I was convinced.
We drove down in a BMW convertible with the top down, ohhhh yeeeeeah :) It was a beautiful drive - the sun was doing crazy stuff with the clouds:
it was sunny when we got there, and warm :)
They sold beer there for 50 cent, and there was wine and the lake and the river etc... perfect!
I partied, but while dancing with my hula hoops in one of my better sessions with the things...
... my fucking knee twisted again!
At least it was only once this time, and I was only semi-drunk not wasted so I knew better than to keep dancing on it. I hopped over to the bench and sat down. It hurt but it's nothing new. I instead of dancing now went to the fireside to drink more for the pain. I was later on given a sleeping bag and insulation mattress by Falc which was extremely nice of him, and limped over to the communal tent that was set up for those without tents :) It was a good start to the weekend, minus the stupid pissed off knee.
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