Ah yes, the thrill of going to a festival for the first time!
Showing up way too late at one of the campings so you have to stand in an abandoned field with grass up to your armpits.
Bringing bottles of beer instead of cans of beer which are not allowed on the camping so you have to drink it at the car outside the camping.
Spending the nights next to a group of people that decide to blow their ghettoblaster with death metal all night long.
Running from artist to artist at the festival, trying to see as much as you can and actually not seeing anything at all.
Or was that just me?
Thank god I learned!