Take me back to EDC

Electric Daisy Carnival was possibly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I was introduced to the three day festival a few years back by my friend Matt. Never would I thought I would have the opportunity to go. I mean, I have always been an Indie/Alternative kind of girl. House music? Dubstep? People dressed in crazy costumes? And those fluffies? It’s funny now that I think about it. When Matt told me about EDC, I thought it was a cruise. You know, the Carnival cruise. Lol. I was such a dork. The whole house/electro/trance/dub music genre creeped up on me and I started to really enjoy it. The more and more songs I discover, the more in love I fell with it. 

This whole event made a huge dent in my bank account. I wasn’t prepared to go at all. Back in April, my friend/ sorority sister Clarissa and I were talking about EDC and it was decided right then and there that we would go. If you know me, you would know that I am a woman of my word. I never bail on things and if I say I would do something, I will. Yes, I questioned it at first. What was I thinking? I have never been to a rave and she’s been numerous of times before. I didn’t really take the whole thing seriously at first because I thought it probably wasn’t going to happen. Then we started planning our costumes… and eventually bought our tickets. I spent just over half a grand on this whole event. How insane was I? I don’t regret a single penny I spent on it though. 

There are no words for me to express how amazing it was. You had to be there to understand. It’s life changing. I came home wanting to just go back. I would lay in bed and replay the moments and memories over and over in my head. Being with 300,000 people everyday for the whole weekend and coming home to a silent apartment was completely weird. I could still hear the bass ringing in my ears. There was no way to get me off this EDC high. I tried telling my friends about how amazing it was but the only word I could think of was INDESCRIBABLE. One of the best weekends of my entire life. I would go back and redo it all over in a heartbeat. I don’t even care about all the bad/awkward/crazy things that happened. I would do it all again! Here are some pictures to help me describe. 

 FIRST DAY:

It felt so good to see this sign, we were on the road all day!

Waiting in line...I don't even think there was even a line! I actually don't really remember what happened.. haha

Some random stupid guy wanted a picture.

Another random guy that wanted a picture. He actually gave us drinks haha. Funny story, we ran into him on the third day. I thought he looked so familiar, and then realized there was a picture of him in my phone. We showed him the picture and all of us immediately became BFFs. Haha. 

This picture was actually really funny at the moment. I don't recall doing this at all, but from what my friends told me, I was helping that lady sell her drinks haha. Like screaming "waterrrrrr, buy waterrrrrrrrr!" on the top of my lungs.

As you can see her facial expression... She was probably thinking "Look at this crazy mother f*****" Lol

I always thought girls with pasties are so trashy. But I only saw two pretty non-trasy pasty wearers. She was one of them.

I don't even remember being at this stage on the first day.

There were 7 different stages and this was the Kinetic Field stage. Where we were at most of the time.

I was on top of some guy's shoulders while taking this picture. OMG top view was amazing. Everybody has to experience it at least once in their life.

SECOND DAY:

Some lady wanted a picture of us...it was weird. I'm afraid what she was going to do with the picture haha.

So, the second day was a bust. We were stuck in traffic for literally 3 hours. Got there and not even a few hours later, EDC got shut down due to the wind. I didn't even get to see Tiesto or Steve Aoki. Like it was such a blow. It was freezing cold. 

Since EDC got shut down, we decided to have ourselves a lil hotel partay. Haha. It turned out to be a pretty successful night. ;)

THIRD NIGHT:

The third night was probably my favorite night. Even though the craziest stuff happened... it was still my favorite night out of the three. We were there from 6:00p.m.-6:00a.m. It was our longest night but the best night.

This was the only other pasty girl I thought was pretty.

Vancouver boys, eh? 

This was the guy we met while waiting in line on the first day. They called him the "forklift" lol.

 There it is. I would give anything to be able to experience it all over again. Too bad, it's a year away!!!