since when did music festivals become fashion parades? bitches be all up in their finest club wear. at a music festival. a fucking music festival. back in myyyy day (cue the mid life crisis panic attack) we came, we saw (sometimes 2 or 3 of everything, and sometimes shit that wasn't even there), drank straight vodka, rocked the fuck out and embraced the tragic way we looked after a big day spent listening to music in the sun. none of this getting dressed up in sequins, a sad excuse for a pair of denim shorts that sit tighter than a pair of french knickers, a full face of make up and the whole spring summer range of diva accessories. no sir. theres a time and a place for picking up boys. its called surfers paradise. and its every other day of the week. 

at the ripe old age of 25 *cue collective gasp* i actually feel out of touch. and its not just the festival scene either. its almost like overnight the passionate romance i had for so many years with 'tequila shots on a school night, riding home in trolleys at 4am and different beds for different days' told me it wasn't working, packed its shit and left me. and i rebounded straight into the arms of 'saturday nights spent on the couch with a glass of red and a good book' how mundane. ugh. don't get me wrong though - i can wake up at the marriot with a boy whose name i almost didn't know, and drink beer until the sun rises. but its not really the same when you pick up and theres a good chance you're wearing a pair of nancy gantz pants under your dress. 

those little sexcapades and adventures are getting fewer and further between. not always by choice either. everyones shacking up and its lifes big game of music chairs - the music has stopped and im left standing alone and chairless. whoa. backtrack. im having fun enjoying my own company. but being the third wheel every other day really does drive the point home - 25 most certainly is teetering on the edge of adulthood. and its scaring the shit out of me. 

after much deliberation, many a freak out - some mild, some massive - i have come to the conclusion that i guess thats just life. and i guess im just travelling along my own little journey. and i guess thats ok. because as fun as it sounds, one really cant stay young forever. otherwise you just end up like one of these creepy middle aged women who parties with people half their age, using dated terminology like groovy and going steady. and if saturday nights spent drinking a decent drop and reading literature for the rest of my life means its going to relinquish me from being that person (a fate worse than death perhaps) then i guess you can count me the fuck in.