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Our Harbourlife outing
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25 Nov, 2008
(Hannah and I at Harbourlife)Years of being stuck in disgusting portaloos without tissues, getting caught in torrential rain, and wasting 90 minutes in a cue to use an ATM, have taught me enough about summer festivals to arrive well-prepared.
So with the weather forecast predicting lots of rain for Harbourlife, me and fellow Cleo-staffer Hannah, turned up to the sold-out event at Mrs Macquarie's Point in Sydney with our Festival Survival Pack in tow.
Item 1 was lots of money. This point was really brought home when we headed to the bar (our first stop, of course!) and found out that vodka was selling for $11 each. We decided to drink beer instead.
Item 2 was a poncho. Sure, these plastic ponchos are ugly, but they only cost $2 and you get so much in return. Firstly, you are protected from the rain. And secondly, if you’ve forgotten to bring a jacket, then it can double as a really warm coat.
Item 3 was a camera. Harbourlife has to be one of the most picturesque festivals, with the main stage right by the water with a view of the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. There were a few boats anchored nearby, taking advantage of the tunes from headliners Felix Da Housecat, DJ Sneak, and Feadz.
Item 4 was a packet of tissues. Surprisingly, the portaloos at Harbourlife were looked after very well by the staff. I didn’t even need the BYO tissues during the first couple of trips to the loo because the organisers had it covered.
So being as well-prepared as we were, Hannah and I could laugh off the discarded condoms on the footpath, smile politely at trashed punters, and dance our asses off at Harbourlife!
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