This morning I got up late and then we decided to see if the restaurant across the road was open. At 12.30 it was closed, by 1.15 the metal door was open but the other door wasn’t and by 2 it was closed…so we went for Bear Grills. See we needed to conserve as much energy as we could because of the Coke Live Festival. We obviously had a snack in the morning but then we went for our lunch (I guess you can call it) at about 2.30pm. Straight after that we went back up to the apartment because we needed to either get there at the grounds from 4pm. We woke up at 6.30pm…meh.
We went to get the bus but as soon as we got onboard there wasn’t a ticket machine, so we had no idea what to do. The bus drivers don’t speak any English and we just felt like it was best to just relax on the bus and not worry about it then. So we were almost at out stop when all of a sudden Renata said “they’re checking tickets!!!”. Ha! Fantastic. I hit the stop button but it was too late for us because they already approached me asking for my ticket. I played dumb and asked for English. Renata, Justin and I all got off the bus with the three ticket inspectors who actually spoke fluent English. Renata suddenly decided not to talk in Polish because she knew that would make it worse for us. They said we will be fined 120zl and that it was an on the spot fine. I said but I don’t have that cash on me, so Renata said she did and I questioned if she really did, but the inspectors laughed. I wanted to see proof that they actually were ticket inspectors and not scam artists, so they gave us a talk about how one wants to come work in Australia, yet he thought we were Americans. Not impressed…I’m actually more offended. So once we got talking I asked the inspectors if we get some paperwork saying we’ve been fined. He then said we could pay the official price, or we could pay the unofficial price of half that. It took me a second to realize what he was on about. Goddamn crooked Polish ticket inspectors. They pocketed the money themselves. I probably should have said official, so that way I would have got it in the mail and not paid it. Even after that I was still a little shook, until I realized we only paid a $17 fine. Well I sure as hell don’t care because that’s still cheaper than a fine in Melbourne of $184. Call me crazy but for $17 they made that fuss?
So we just decided to walk to the Coke Festival as it was nearby anyway. We got inside and it was alright, nothing special. The line up isn’t fantastic this year and I heard it’s the final year anyway so it doesn’t bother me if I only go for the one day, rather than both like we paid for. But we only paid $60 for the ticket and after all the lineup was announced I only wanted to really see The Killers. Every other band and such really doesn’t interest me, Snoop Dogg isn’t my type of music and The Roots and Placebo aren’t either. But it was great to go to my first silent disco, even if the music was shit. It was good to also be walking on the ground of an old airport, because there was heaps of monuments and such around. The food was interesting because it didn’t actually smell all that appealing, like a hotdog was a massive bun with two sausages within and then like a salad mix inside.
The Killers came on and I’ve waited so many years to see them, and the first time I do is in Poland. It occurred to me that I also haven’t been to any day festivals inside of Australia, but I have now in Poland and New Zealand. But after so long all I wanted to hear was Mr Brightside because of all the songs The Killers could have played, this is the one with the most meaning, it reminds me of Stef. Stef and I dubbed this as our song when it came out and every time we hear we instantly look at each other. I txt her saying I hope you’re not asleep or at work because The Killers are up soon and I’m going to call you if our song comes on. Towards the end it came on and sure as anything I called her up. I didn’t even know if she heard it because my phone doesn’t tell me if the caller has answered the call. But I then hanged up and recorded some of it, messaged Stef again and said you should be here with me.
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