A good day for a picnic

Actually, it was a good weekend for a picnic. Friday-Sunday (29-31 August), Andrew and I ventured down south to a big music festival: Electric Picnic. A friend of ours, Beatrice, has a cousin in a band that was playing, so she invited us along with her and her partner Tom for the weekend. Here's Tom. (He borrowed my hat because it was a bit chilly. It's a bit chilly now because summer is definitely over.)

Bea and Tom got a camper for us to stay in, and we are eternally grateful. Most people were camping and it looked disgusting. We had to walk through the campsites to get in and out of the festival, and it looked like a garbage dump. It smelled even worse.

Despite the gross campers, it was a really fun weekend. I got separated from everyone on Friday night, which was a bit scary in a crowd of 40,000 people, but I kept my cool and was reunited an hour later. I've learned my lesson that Andrew and I should probably tether ourselves to one another.

There was good food (I found a churro stand and indulged twice), and really amazing music. Jenny Lewis was excellent, Paulo Nutini was great live, Andrew loved Metronomy, and we both agreed that Beck was the best. His set was class, but I would have watched his concert on mute if I had to, because the dancing was excellent and he can really rock a hat.

All in all, we had a great time. Andrew especially.

We capped the relatively crazy weekend by catching a bus to Dublin immediately after Beck ended at 11pm. From there, we caught another bus up to Belfast at 1am, arriving at 3:30am. Our long journey ended with a cab ride back to Bangor, walking in the door at 4am. The worst part of this weekend came when I realized I accidentally booked our cat-sitter for the wrong weekend. The cats were alone for almost three full days - I'm the worst!