how does it feel

so i can say i've finally attended a music festival. did i enjoy myself? i think i did. i didn't get up on my feet and dance, didn't get drunk, didn't eat, didn't catch the last act. didn't do much. but i did enjoy the experience. 

and whadyaknow my phone was flat. i almost didn't even get to see the legend, until the encore. the organisers said he'd requested for the screen blackouts. two of my companions theorised over the reason for that, haha. i decided to miss michael franti, which was the last act. i was surviving on 4 hours' sleep and i had no transport home. i dunno if i'll stay on through the other legend's slot tonight. gotta skip church if i did... 

a caucasian raved to us about franti, saying he's here for him. the tweets seemed to affirm that. i liked this catchy song by toots and the maytals. i imagine i might like franti's show. oh well.