Ankerberg 2009 was steressfull, awesome, tiring and rewarding. I loved it and had an awesome time for the most part. Not really when your friend is falling asleep standing in the mud and you have to wake him up every 10 seconds for fear of him falling over and getting trampled on. ...Yeah, good times... There's a limit and there's over the limit. Not that he'd learn from it, anyway.
It was Steffi's birthday and she decided to celebrate it at the motorcross gp festival called "Ankerberg" (because of the hill it's happening on, duh). So Steffi, Mäddi and I started at about 9 pm and went to the marketplace in Hohenstein to meet up with some other friends. We ate some ice cream and then left to walk up the hill. Up there, we wanted to meet up with the guys, but there were some... well... "communication problems." (aka too drunk to work a cell) We eventually found one who told us where we should go to look for the rest (pointing in a general direction towards 30.000 people), found another one in the masses and got redirected to the rest of the group.
One point marked off my life-list: Found someone amongst 30.000 people.
By that time it was already midnight and they were so drunk that, as I was told, many of them only vaguely remember us being there at all the next day.
So yeah, we jumped around, laughed about others (drunk AND sober people), sang and danced. I videotaped some of the mess that was going on. I was sober, since I never get drunk, so I lend a helping hand to a friend, who couldn't stand straight by himself, anymore. Sometines, that's what friends are for. Good that I like watching drunk people. Seriously, stay sober the next time you're at one of these parties, it's so much more fun to watch the rest getting trashed. Or that's just me, who knows.
Then, it started to rain. Not drizzle, but POUR. Everyone was soaked over the course of of 60 seconds. We didn't mind, since it was pretty warm in the crowd, so we danced along. When the wind came a bit later, Steffi, Mäddi and I started to freeze. We decided it's best if we leave and so we said our goodbyes, took some last pictures and ran to the biggest tent we could find to wait for the rain to stop or at least weaken. Well that didn't happen...
10 minutes later, we decided to just suck it up and walk home through the rain. Down the hill along with the water we made our way down to the city and under a bridge. There, we met a friend we had just said goodbye to up on the hill. How he made it this fast, I don't know. He was worried about his iPhone and I instantly gave him a plastic bag. At the same time I was a bit startled that I had completely forgotten about its existance until that second and I could've put my camera in there the second it started to rain! Foolish me. And surely enough, when we finally made it to Steffi's house, my camera was broken and has yet to miraculously work again. It's not even my camera. It's someone else's. And I broke the camera he owned before, too.
I'm pretty sure he'll kill me once I tell him (which I still haven't done, because I am waiting for said miracle).
Next day same thing, only this time, Steffi didn't come with us. It was Mäddi and I, the desire to party and no plan about how to find the mates. But we did it! We walked though the masses of people, fewer than the day before, and we found them! One of them had a sprained ankle, because he tripped the night before and actually spent the early morning at the hospital. He was still wearing the hospital gown and a SpongeBob tee unterneath, how tasteful.
Mäddi and I were well-prepared with hiking boots, a rain jacket and an umbrella.
This time, it didn't even stop raining. But it was just a constant drizzle that was easy to get used to. We stayed until the party was over and then I dragged said previously hospitalized human being across the muddy field to the parking lot where I handed him over to another guy who basically carried him downhill to where his girlfriend was waiting to pick them up. Brave girl and I bet the interiour of her car needs a lot of cleaning, now. She must really love him.
Mäddi drove me home and from then on, I just slept all though sunday. Well, I got up for church, but went right back to bed after that.
Partying is tiring, even when you're not drunk and not driving.
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