As you may know I spent last weekend at Benicassim in Spain. Three days of unsupervised mayhem. During those days (and mostly nights) I may or may not have done some of the following:
- Had an actual pain in my chest as I said goodbye to the kids
- Downed a bottle of rescue remedy
- Got over-excited on the first night and thus missed the second night
- Danced to Art Brut
- Swooned to The Strokes
- Got on the wrong bus
- Did my back in
- Spent 2 hours walking home at 5am
- Ate Paella
- Swam in the sea
- Saw bits of Mumfords, Professor Green and Elbow
- Burnt my feet on the hot sand
- Got the best massage of my life
- Missed Arctic Monkeys and Primal Scream
- Celebrated my and my sisters joint birthday
- Watched the fabulous The Joy Formidable win over an unknown crowd
- Laughed til I cried at one of my amigos trying to talk in Spanish purely by lisping. ('4 glatheths por favor'. Translation: 4 glasses please)
- Had about 50 anxiety attacks
- Met some lovely people
- Proved to myself that I can actually leave my family without the world ending.
