Crazee Masqued People = Good Vibrations

This weekend Rocked. My. World.  Trancey, dusty fairytale shenanigans and stomping fun to some insane bass lines = The 5th Annual Masqued Ball 
I 'heart' Cape Town outdoor trance parties. So Much. Like, so much I would marry them (i.e. Choice of husband, dog or trance party? Prefably all three but imma go with the latter).

   

Dust-stompin' fun

• 40 degrees of heat = a Bee so burnt she could be the tourist-mascot for England.
• Soul = healed. Body = broken!

If you were there, you know. If you weren't, well there's no other way to say it, you may possibly be a loser.You may have to go for Loser Counselling. I'm just saying.

Two downfalls though... 

1. Party Poopers - What the eff were the coppers doing there? Everyone knows parties are for cool peeps only. If the police don't approve/like, don't go to the party! Simple. Who invited them anyway?

2. Our tent got ransacked! That is so Bang. Out. Of. Order. At least we didn't lose the most important thing.. (Friend Who Used to be Blonde cleverly disguised our vodka in a simple, inconspicuos-looking bottle). I reacted extremely calmly (and effectively) by furiously eating cheesy Doritos, while muttering to myself in a low but dangerous manner. I don't think they will try that again in a hurry.

But the best part of the weekend can only be shown in pictures. I mean, no other sight can explain just how you feel after a good party..

The Next Day: A classic shot of  a couple of randoms.. lekke slaap! 

Thanks for reading Troopers! See ya'll at Groovy..