I worked a music festival, and heard, later, about the stark-naked, drugged-out dude who blissfully wandered up and hugged one of my female coworkers. She was rightly appalled.
And the police were nowhere to be found. They wanted nothing to do with anything that was going on short of actual murder, rape, arson, mayhem or catastrophe.
I had to pat down a half-naked, smelly, sweaty, dirty, fat dude to make sure he wasn't smuggling in alcohol... and he patted me down in return. I'm pretty sure that's where I caught the plague which has ailed me to some degree for the 9 months since.
There were stories of people having sex under the VIP platforms (simply platforms where VIPs could go up and hang out with a slightly better view of the stage than the non-VIP rabble... I think they may have had canopies. But people would sneak underneath and....
The drugs in the air meant that when I walked through the crowd, I could smell colors and see sound.
We had to inspect vehicles coming in and confiscate weapons, glass, drugs... with varying degrees of efficiency. One coworker confiscated a guy's rubber mallet... which he of course needed to pound tent pegs into the ground. Some of us didn't have the heart to confiscate jars of pickles, drinking glasses, and so on. Your mileage may vary.
I worked backstage at a country music festival and one of the bands, composed of younger dudes, literally collected cute girls like stray kittens and gave the girls their performer IDs to try and get them backstage to show it off. As if I'd A) know who the performers were without their credentials, and B) believe that these barely-dressed girls were musicians, given that only one woman was headlining and I'd seen her already.
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And the police were nowhere to be found. They wanted nothing to do with anything that was going on short of actual murder, rape, arson, mayhem or catastrophe.
I had to pat down a half-naked, smelly, sweaty, dirty, fat dude to make sure he wasn't smuggling in alcohol... and he patted me down in return. I'm pretty sure that's where I caught the plague which has ailed me to some degree for the 9 months since.
There were stories of people having sex under the VIP platforms (simply platforms where VIPs could go up and hang out with a slightly better view of the stage than the non-VIP rabble... I think they may have had canopies. But people would sneak underneath and....
The drugs in the air meant that when I walked through the crowd, I could smell colors and see sound.
We had to inspect vehicles coming in and confiscate weapons, glass, drugs... with varying degrees of efficiency. One coworker confiscated a guy's rubber mallet... which he of course needed to pound tent pegs into the ground. Some of us didn't have the heart to confiscate jars of pickles, drinking glasses, and so on. Your mileage may vary.
I worked backstage at a country music festival and one of the bands, composed of younger dudes, literally collected cute girls like stray kittens and gave the girls their performer IDs to try and get them backstage to show it off. As if I'd A) know who the performers were without their credentials, and B) believe that these barely-dressed girls were musicians, given that only one woman was headlining and I'd seen her already.
Ah, fun times.