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The EP campsite 'social' time table:

Friday:
Meet and greet your new tent neighbours, maybe help with a bit of tent construction, sit with them have a few cans + craic. Go back and forth with banter about some random obscure facts, this is your chance to let out all the NSFW randomness that's been building for a year. Come to the conclusion that these guys are really sound, if you worked with them or had any daily dealings with them they'd probably be your mates. "Yep our tent and stuff is 100% ok around these people" there may even be some nice game'y chick... you're kinda thinking maybe suss it out later.

Saturday:
Dying from Friday night! you arise from a booze fuelled coma open the tent zip, peak out, see you new tent buddies out + game'y chick. "what's the craic lads" "how did ya get one last night" "Major night" "Savage" "we didn't get in until about 5" "I'm fooking dying" "who did you go see last night" some ****e band that you've never heard of apparently put on the best show ever. Go for a piss and other than "hows it going now" that's probably the end of any real conversations with them for the weekend.
You notice one of your neighbours siting on a green folding chair, and yours is missing. You ignore the fact there are thousands of identical chairs here this weekend or that you've probably just lost yours the suspicion builds from here.
You arrive back to the tent at some point on sat to notice one of the neighbours is drinking a can of Carslberg!! "Same a me" you may convince yourself that there are a few cans missing that you couldn't possibly have drunk
It's Sat night you back at the tent, split up from you mates, phones dead/no coverage. Make the best of the situation, only one thing on your mind, game'y chick!!! you sit outside on a borrowed folding chair that's turned up from nowhere, drunken waiting... waiting. It's a bit cooler than you were expecting so fook it bed time.

Sunday:
You can't believe it's Sunday, nearly over but are still reasonably excited. It's likely you have walked 15KM at this stage, like a bear out of hibernation you need to eat and refuel, there's only so much tent Pringals and chocolate you can have, so Sunday is graze all day, day!. Instead of heading the usual route out of your tent you purposely go a different way to avoid your Friday buddies, the dark shades and funky festival hat makes you completely invisible, you wouldn't dare leave without them.
Sunday night!! After all the acts, like after 2am in a club this is you last chance for game'y chick, you've bought a load of johnnies and are determined to use them!! but dam it you can tell they're already in their tents asleep, dammm it!! you're unwilling to accept that's it's almost over and force yourself to stay up boozing....... .........

Monday:
Blaaaaaaaa...... the horror!! all the excitement, all the energy, build up...... it's all over. Everything you've been putting off until 'after the EP' is now back front and centre. The camp site is noticeable bare, you consider just leaving most of your gear tent etc. but experience kicks in, you realise it may need it again. You thought erecting the tent was hard, but fitting it back into the original bag...I must have the wrong bag! With beads of sweat on your forehead you lump stuff over your shoulder, knowing full well it's only going to stay in that position for ten steps, on the longest most unbearable walk of your life, but it's the best you can do. A sheepish wave to your old tent neighbours that's it........ its over!!