The plastic tent camp is a lot of fun. I really dig this lazybag.
At my happiest and laziest.
On our way to the festival area, I forced my partner to take many pictures of me in front of a tree. I stroke several badass poses…but they all turned out useless due to poor photo quality (stil don’t know why). My hair was on point so that kinda sucked. This is what a fail photoshoot looks like.
….Oh well who cares. I was silly happy, just look at that stupid smile.
Mandatory cheesy festival picture time
I give a lot of kisses on the cheek. I think Lisa liked it, at least that’s what I told myself. Hope all my other victims liked my kisses too.
Speaking of kissing….Behold! I giveth Thee: The definition of an awkward kiss photo.. That is a SMOOCH right there. Kissing is fun.
So is getting tattooed. Yes, that happened.
Luckily, I was in good hands. I mean, who wouldn’t trust this man? Look. at. his. face. (Also – the chain for my necklace broke during some random headbanging, and I had to use a hair tie to hold it together. Some kind of duck tape fixes everything solution….Ugly but silver saving.
I wasn’t drunk when I decided to do this, I was just ready for a change. The design is something I’ve had in mind since last Midgardsblot, and Sean Parry is talented and pretty goddamn cool. I’ll show off my first tattoo on a later occasion.
All in all it was a pretty good festival. I had a blast and forgot about my worries for a while. Right now, I am working hard on my master thesis and my worries are back. Hahaha…. Oh well, that’s life right now.
Sól, The Viking Queen