Zoukout 2008, where party-goers unite to celebrate the union of alcohol and stupidity, a place for revelers to let their mangy hair down, an occasion to throw caution into the wind only to have it smack you back, right in the nose. Put together the equation of cheap booze and loud music and you get the same answer as 25,000 party-goers, a license to go absolutely wild.
Some ravers, like me, got drunk even before stepping into the venue while others were slumped against a tree or lying one the drains by 10.30pm (for the record Zoukout lasts 8pm to 6am). We had a mini-party out in the carpark before entering the venue. We started drinking at 8pm, the rules were simple enough, Car-boot party where everyone brings a bottle along to share with the rest, that comes up to about 30 people with an indefinite amount of booze.
I learnt a good lesson that night, I wasn't very good at finger guessing games. So bad, in fact, that by 10.30pm i was struggling to articulate sentences, by 11pm i was wondering why things were spinning around and by 12am i knew i needed more drinks.
For those who haven't been to a rave party or any party in general, let me give you this piece of advice, the best way to enjoy any party is to get sloshed. Not so piss-drunk that you require the assistance of lamp-posts to stand straight but just so enough that everything around you appears funny and you start to lose control of your feet. If you do not understand what this means you obviously haven't been drinking enough.
By 4am, the effects of the alcohol i consumed earlier came back to haunt me. Naturally i took my leave from friends whilst looking for a safe place to hurl. I contemplated joining the queue for the port-a-loo scattered all over the venue but didn't feel like stepping on someone else's business barefoot. I took a hike along the footpath back to the Beach Carpark area where i knew there will be some clean public toilets only to find the same scenario.
So, i continued walking, all the way to the next beach, away from the crowds and away from the loud music. By then i was all sobered up, but i was too far away to begin walking back plus my feet hurt from walking around barefoot all day. I found a bench and fell asleep like a drunk hobo.
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