Saturday, June 12, 2010

Instead #1

Today I would have gone to the 1950’s rock & roll festival down the coast and drank a little too much warm beer and made a fool of myself with me oh so lame 1950’s dance moves amongst the pros, the people who take it seriously.

Wintersun is an annual rock & roll festival. Something that sounds like this usually triggers the “I’m far too hip for this” button inside of me. Instead, I’m usually so excited, it’s like I’m 12 years old again. I’ve been going to this since I first entered high school, the family of a girl I went to school organise the whole event, no mean feat! The festival attracts people from all over the country and overseas.

My all time favourite thing about the festival is the Saturday night Drive in Movie. Its so cold out side, everyone is all dressed up in their best 1950’s costumes and people pile into classic cars to watch a classic movie. And it’s never anything predictable and therefore lame like Grease!



Once we are done with the movie, we are somewhat boozed and we are totally in the mood the dance. Let me tell you, there is something oh so fun about spinning round and round to make your skirt flair out! The prefect place to spin around and dance and warm up after sitting in the back of a classic car with the top down for a few hours, it the giant red dance hall tent just before the beach. And there is so much potential for a romantic moment to step out for some air and stroll along the beach with your dance partner.

INSTEAD of making a drunken spectacle of myself while I spin around making my 1950 rock & roll skirt, complete with pink poodles, flair out and freezing to death while I wax on about the sad death of Drive in Movies and collapse into an exhausted heap on the sand at God knows what hour, I will be home, in bed, sick, fielding calls from all the people I know who are at Wintersun, wondering where I am. The only winter sun I will be getting is the one streaming though my window on to my bed

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