Festival First-timer

In 6 days I will be heading to Bundoran for a weekend full of beach, boozing, boogying, and any other words that begin with 'b'. I was lucky enough to win weekend tickets for Sea Sessions music and surf festival (if you're not Irish/live under a rock, check it out here) much to some people's dismay. "You win everything! Stop winning things!" they cried. To those people I say, "Do you enter competitions?" which usually works as they mutter "Sometimes..."

I am ridiculously excited. It's my first time a) going to a festival and b) camping. Initially, when I told my family I'd be camping they all scoffed and laughed and gave me the 'you-will-never-survive-camping' look - not very reassuring. I'm not that high maintenance. I'm not worried about being smelly or dirty (I'm used to it, ha) or not showering or not sleeping or mud or anything like that, but I am a bit worried about the whole peeing situation, I won't lie. 

I haven't ever had to forego the security of knowing I can pee whenever, wherever (like that Shakira song) so fumbling in the dark looking for a toilet is probably going to be a downside. I was a bit tempted to buy one of those SheWee things but I have a feeling Bethany - my best friend and festival-buddy - will lose every ounce of respect she has for me (which isn't much, to be fair). So I'll brave it out and pray there's no accidents - I'll be sure to keep you guys posted on how it went afterwards. 

Sorry for being vulgar and going on about toilet happenings but hey, we all do it and someone had to say it.

There is, also, the overpacking problem. As mentioned before I pack everything but the kitchen sink, but that's probably a good thing for a festival. I'm going to have to buy a poncho, for God's sake. I never thought the day would come where I'd be buying a poncho and possibly wearing it with wellies but hey, it's an adventure and I'll be gross anyway. I did briefly flirt with the idea of buying a fannypack (snort) but I decided this was a step too far and I'll probably just end up shoving any valuables in my bra.

I also still need to plan my outfits, which I can already tell is going to be a disaster. I got a few white flowy dresses and a flower hair-tie in the hopes I'll look Coachella-fabulous but I know deep down I'll end up looking drowned-rat chic, if Irish weather is anything to go by. I did buy a pair of John-Lennon-esque sunglasses but they're way too big for my face and just make me look like a fly. All I need to do is rub my hands together and vomit on other people's food and I'll have the fly look down.

I'm also planning on chalking my hair pink, purple and blue for the festival and doing some (more outrageous than usual) makeup so I may or may not do a separate blog on that. I'll just make sure I don't wear my fly sunglasses.