lilianavonk replied to your post: *Waits patiently for PIRATE GENE fan fiction to start appearing*

I tweeted someone the other day that in my head there’s already a half-written fanfic about when Captain Smollett met Gunner Hobbs…partial points? ;)

Triple points if this partially conceived fan fictional creation of yours causes the two nautical Philip Glenisters to make out with each other. Ohmygosh did I really just say that…?  ^_~

I don’t know if it’s only this time in particular—whether it’s because of the beautiful indian summer day, or being with a person I love more than I could ever express, or having most things go wonderfully right (though not crazy flawless perfect, which is what I prefer anyway)—but based on today, Treasure Island might be a perfect music festival. Except for the dollar they charge to refill your water bottles.

Elyse and I woke up in the morning and made awesome omelettes and coffee to start our day. Though we thought we had given ourselves enough time, we didn’t end up completely ready til like 1:30 PM, when we ideally wanted to get there around noon when everything started. But whatever I’m filipino and we’re not punctual sorry bout it. We wanted to at least see all of Grimes, but alcohol priorities slowed us down a bit. We did get to catch the last half of her set, though, and it was wonderful, and she was adorable, and it sounded really great and I didn’t really hear any reason for bad things to say.

The two stages are set up in a right angle in the relatively narrow strip of land that comprises the festival grounds. Because the set times for each stage simply alternated, we could just set up camp at random spots halfway between the corresponding crowds and chill. From both stages’ crowds you could get a view of the entire SF skyline and bay bridge—the visibility was clear from the day well into the night, and the skyscrapers were illuminated in orange in honor of the Giants and it was fuckin beautiful. I got to try The Chairman food truck during Public Enemy (who fuckin tore that shit up oh my GOD) but I forgot about that when we had a motherfucking LECHON BURRITO which was one of the tastiest things I’ve ever eaten. That shit gave us the energy to dance for all of the Presets who blew the fog away via lasers and flashy lights.

Elyse lost her sketchphone after Porter Robinson (who were bangin’ and made me really want to grind up on a boy) but the neat thing about that shitty phone is that no one will ever want to steal it. I called it and someone answered and said they’d return it to lost and found, so once we had that problem solved we just got to dance our asses off and not worry and go get it later. 

There were lots of art vendor booths around, including an entire tent of awesome Jason Munn prints, and I picked up a print of a baby chick for $5, because chickens. We saw SBTRKT, who killed it, and then we ended our night early because Girl Talk was the closer and who gives a fuck. 

Idk man I’ve just never had an all day music festival experience where every act was worth seeing, and where every interaction we had with strangers was genuine and effortless and chill as fuck. It’s nice to be surrounded by crowds of people who aren’t fake fucks and instead are just there to have a good time and dance with their friends and talk to cool polite people. Also food! Also there were trampolines.

We are probably going to go on the big ferris wheel tomorrow. Sunday’s more indie rock shit so we’ll see how that goes (Hospitality’s early on yay!!!) but I guess I would rate today: B+. Strong as hell. Could be better sure, but still so good. Story of my life, stupid grades