I was at a music festival last weekend (Pukkelpop for those who care) and on the last night I thought I'd try and get quite a bit of sleep so I could be productive when I got home. I ended up going to bed at 3:30. Imagine my frustration two hours later, when, I was woken up to the sound of Belgian guys lighting fires outside of my tent (we were camped by the pathway) and shouting at the tops of their voices.
Then it got worse.
After finally getting back to sleep, I woke up again an hour and a half later. This time it's to the sound of booming house music coming from what could only have been the campsite's PA system. Thud, thud, thud, thud.... "Fuck," I thought, "they carried on the party until 7am? Those bastards."
I was livid! Less than 4 hours sleep and waking up to the sound of thumping bass and high-pitched, jerky sounds, aka NOISE, that seemed louder than any of the bands I'd seen over the weekend! Fuck trying to get back to sleep, I thought, I'm gonna get up and get ready to leave. So I open my tent and the anger is invigorated. Outside I see one guy - one prick - dancing about with his boom box! All along it was this massive, massive shit playing the "music" turned up to eleven, and I'm pretty sure not one other person appreciated what he was doing. There he was, dancing around oblivious to the fact that he's a dick, playing this total shite as if it were a service: no one can imagine just how pissed off I was with that twat at that moment.
Now, of course, I can laugh at it and appreciate his spirit. I mean, kudos to him - for all I know he slept through the whole festival and realized he needed to quickly get his moneys worth before being kicked out at 12. It just goes to show, though, what lack of sleep can do to ones tolerance. Anyway, that's my story of the worst time waking up. What a dick...