Hikkaduwa beach fest | marathon | party | drunk

So it happened, the long awaited Hikkaduwa Beach Fest. Just another reason to visit the city of vice and get pasted for, wait, 3 whole days. I got there Thursday night and don't remember much. From what I remember I had my head through the sunroof of the car yelling something. Then room. Box of Arrack... Drink. Herbs. Drink. Sleep. Woke up the next morning and went in search of breakfast. Ended up at Harmony. More herbs. Food. Herbs. Shower. Change. Back to drinking. I head out to the ATM, buy some smokes drive back to Harmony to try and take the piss out of B. I go there see some people I know. Didn't have time for chit-chat, so spoke to some people and went back to drinking. Most of that day was drinking and dancing. I really don't remember much.

Night fell and the Rave was rocking. Lots of people. lots and lots. Thousands of people. I danced. The sound was ultra loud and mad. I loved it. Met a lot of people I know. The whole of Colombo was there. What a fucking Party. Those dancing chicks from wherever were so damn hot. Man if I got my hands on them...

Sunrise. Shaah! Maara nice and calm. Walk to International, sit outside and indulge in some ultra fine herbs. Water. Walk to Harmony for a so called after party. The time is 6 am on Saturday. Sit in the comfort of Harmony, listening to Tribal House and watch Crazy and Daansaah play some sort of a mating game. They finally made out. Then I saw coke. I left. A DJ arrived. More Tribal, just louder. Booze arrives in the form of White Rum. Yum! Drink. Dance. Drink. Dance. Someone yells "Who da fucking Rockstar!!" She was. She has way too much energy. I go shower around 4pm. Come back. Get on a table and dance. WTF man! What a trip.

I lost track of time. I ended up in the room. Showered again. Went for the Rave. Too many people, too many boys. Hikkaduwa Cock Fest. Went to Vibrations where the crew was partying at. Rocked it. Drink. Herbs. Drink. Herbs. Dance. Sit. On the verge of passing out. I call it a night. It's fucking 5am on Sunday Morning. Try the rotti shops on the way to Ritas but they were being anal. I found a place that serves Hot Dogs, Burgers and Crest stuff. I ate about 10 Crest Drumsticks. Went to the room, showered, crashed!

Woke up minus hangover in the afternoon. Awesome! Ate. Herbs. Ate. Water. Herbs. Chill. Drive back.

I'm sure lots of other things happend. But thats all I remember. Too much shit that's bad for my body went in. Combine that with sleep deprevation and seriously dude, I honestly am lucky I still have a liver. I loved it. Did you?