I won a pair of tickets to ZoukOut this year, thanks to 52,000 points stagnating in my Perx EZ-Link Rewards card and a mailer telling me that I could win a pair of tickets via lucky draw for 100 points each. Guess where I blew all my points on. :P
Also, can I just say that winning day 2 was icing on top of the cake because I wouldn’t have been able to make it to day 1. Also, Zedd and Martin Garrix were set to play on day 2, and I really wanted to see them if I was going. Score!
This pair of denim shorts seem to be my go-to rave outfit essentials (here’s my outfit for Hard Summer back in the day). That plus a carabiner to hold my keys, a small card case to store some cash and cards, and a phone in my hand were all I really needed to enjoy myself at this event. Oh, and a pair of good shoes (even though ZoukOut was held at a beach). I need traction at these things.
We got ourselves some Grilled Jamon y Queso Bikini from Park Bench Deli. Did you know that the word ‘bikini’ was so-called because it was meant to be as earth-shattering asÂ the nuclear bomb test site atÂ the Bikini Atoll? Today you learnt.
This was Ottie’s first time at a rave. He’d wanted to experience something that I enjoyed for himself, but you can see how tired and slightly perturbed he was at the high decibels, not to mention having to curtail his spouse who happened to get high on the drop while, according to him, creating a wide berth because people didn’t want to get hit. I’ve yet to see video evidence of this so-called madness.
Anyway, we ended up leaving before Martin Garrix came on at 4am, because Ottie wasn’t feeling too well with the bass vibrating his innards. Leaving earlier than I wantedÂ was fine by me since I’d gotten my fix from dancing to Zedd, and he’d compromised onÂ my request toÂ stay up late in orderÂ to catch him when he went on at 2.30am. So off we went to Grab a ride home. It was so convenient, plus ZoukOut had a promotion offering discounts for the service; makes me wonder just why I took so long to get the app.
NO THEY ARE OPEN. WHAT THE HELL.