The air out of your Nikes at Defqon.1 2016
I have a confession to make. I cheated. No, no. I didn't exchange my boyfriend for a Calvin Klein Model and I still enjoy just looking at woman, but the past weekend I did something I never expected to do. I put my love for Techno aside, let Awakenings Festival for what it is and departed towards Biddinghuizen for a weekend filled with Hardstyle and other pounding beats at Defqon.1 2016.
I had sworn that I would never do it again, that it just wasn't meant for me. I rather had my trusted butterfly vibes, Techno-99 shirts instead of colourful Nike Air Maxes, wrong G-star shirts and aussies. I had already tried before. Once before I went to a Hardstyle party. As a freshman on my first day I shuffled into The Sand (yes, that club The Sand, from all the shootings and latex parties).
Sneakily and shy from behind my wild bush of curls I observed for the first couple of hours, because I did not know what to do or how to behave. How the rest off the night went is for me still a riddle. After I decided to set my mind to drinking and about eight wines later I still had the idea that I had never done different before. But luckily under the pleasure of a good amount of headache I was able to put things in perspective the next day. Well, back to bunny hopping it is.
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It was supposed to be the party of the year, where people travel to from all over the world to the idyllic Biddinghuizen so they can stomp and mash on the Walibi event terrain.Of course I had heard the stories, seen the aftermovies including the breathtaking firework and light shows. Hardstyle just was not meant for me. I would join anyhow just for fun and sociability, like some sort of mascotte. Watch some firework and stuff.
The anticipatory pleasure had sneakily been around for weeks, but after the first twenty minutes in the cabin, even before I had actually been on the terrain, I knew that I was about to have the sickest weekend of my life. Not even to mention about the first moment I stepped into the Blue, a tent with more capacity than the Gelredome. After a mere 10 minutes I was used to certain groundbreaking tracks and I started to change into a real Weekend Warrior. The harder, the better.
I have been stomping the air from my Nikes, like I had never even heard of Awakenings. Pounding had gotten a totally different dimension. I've seen people slide through the mud, sing along with “Pak een punt”, met amazing people, seen the best firework show ever from the VIP-deck, aftered till the morning dawn and never before laughed so hard about the lamest jokes all together with a feeling of being united with more than 60.000 people. I know nothing about music, but all these nationalities from all over the world, singing along to a song, followed by insane stomping, it touches me.
All of a sudden it became clear. All the stories are more than true. This was the best, most bizarre, and unique party of my life. Again, next year Defqon.1 and Awakenings will fall on the same date, but with the homesickness and urge to the weekend that lasted way too short, the choice is made easily. Dancing to Speedy J or Chris Liebing i'll do at another party. A weekend of Defqon.1 is like no other; I will repeat this for at least 10 more times.
I had sworn that I would never do it again, that it just wasn't meant for me. I rather had my trusted butterfly vibes, Techno-99 shirts instead of colourful Nike Air Maxes, wrong G-star shirts and aussies. I had already tried before. Once before I went to a Hardstyle party. As a freshman on my first day I shuffled into The Sand (yes, that club The Sand, from all the shootings and latex parties).
Sneakily and shy from behind my wild bush of curls I observed for the first couple of hours, because I did not know what to do or how to behave. How the rest off the night went is for me still a riddle. After I decided to set my mind to drinking and about eight wines later I still had the idea that I had never done different before. But luckily under the pleasure of a good amount of headache I was able to put things in perspective the next day. Well, back to bunny hopping it is.
It was supposed to be the party of the year, where people travel to from all over the world to the idyllic Biddinghuizen so they can stomp and mash on the Walibi event terrain.Of course I had heard the stories, seen the aftermovies including the breathtaking firework and light shows. Hardstyle just was not meant for me. I would join anyhow just for fun and sociability, like some sort of mascotte. Watch some firework and stuff.
The anticipatory pleasure had sneakily been around for weeks, but after the first twenty minutes in the cabin, even before I had actually been on the terrain, I knew that I was about to have the sickest weekend of my life. Not even to mention about the first moment I stepped into the Blue, a tent with more capacity than the Gelredome. After a mere 10 minutes I was used to certain groundbreaking tracks and I started to change into a real Weekend Warrior. The harder, the better.
I have been stomping the air from my Nikes, like I had never even heard of Awakenings. Pounding had gotten a totally different dimension. I've seen people slide through the mud, sing along with “Pak een punt”, met amazing people, seen the best firework show ever from the VIP-deck, aftered till the morning dawn and never before laughed so hard about the lamest jokes all together with a feeling of being united with more than 60.000 people. I know nothing about music, but all these nationalities from all over the world, singing along to a song, followed by insane stomping, it touches me.
All of a sudden it became clear. All the stories are more than true. This was the best, most bizarre, and unique party of my life. Again, next year Defqon.1 and Awakenings will fall on the same date, but with the homesickness and urge to the weekend that lasted way too short, the choice is made easily. Dancing to Speedy J or Chris Liebing i'll do at another party. A weekend of Defqon.1 is like no other; I will repeat this for at least 10 more times.
