"There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who divide the world into two kinds of people, and those who don't" -Robert Benchley
Waka 07', 08', 09', 10', 11', 12'.
Telling me to take my chacos of before entering the shower after I just washed them off. No. Sorry budd, I'm not down with getting athletes foot, seed warts or old piss all over my feet. Get a grip and get off your ass and quit pointing. This ain't no gym shower homie.
I was having a great time til Sunday night around 2am. My buddy and I were walking back from getting some food from the vendors and we stopped at the portajohns in VIP. I went to the first one that was open and when I pulled the door open, I heard a girl yell that she was in there. I immediately closed the door, said a quick apology, and then went to the next available one. I then walked over to the campfire by the VIP lounge to hang out with everyone else, and then a couple minutes later, I heard some guy say to me, "were you just at the portajohns?" I knew right away what was about to happen, so I turned around and said yes, I explained the situation, and then the skinny meth addict (I know one when I see one) started yelling at me, saying that he told me not to open to the door but that I still did it anyways, which was completely false because there was nobody standing there when I was there and then when I left. The girl was with him, and she was crying, so I apologized again and said that since it was dark, that I couldnt see her doing her business anyways, which was the truth. Needless to say, he kept on yelling, and then he tries to shove me, which really did nothing since he was a skinny addict, and I was the largest guy in VIP. As soon as that happened, I grabbed him by both of his wrists and pulled him towards me, and I told him that if he was to try anything that it would be the biggest mistake of his life, and that I was doing him a favor by letting him walk away. And believe me, that was the hardest thing for me to do, since my first thought was to put him threw the ground and give him a trip in the ambulance. I'm a competitive strongman, and I've been around, so I know what kind of damage I can physically do. When I let him go, he backs away and then starts to scream at some of the ladies sitting at the campfire. I then start to make my way towards him, but my buddy, who is also a huge weightlifter, cuts me off and gets in front, and a couple of the other guys around the campfire approach him to make sure the guy doesn't hit one of the ladies. My buddy backs him off, warning him that he should leave right now, or else he will do something about it. All this time, the meth head's girlfriend is yelling for him to leave, and then they both finally run away into the woods. About a minute later, the staff, who were sitting at their area by the VIP lounge a few feet away, finally make their way over, saying that they received a call about a fight. They ask me over and over again what happened, and tell me to stop yelling at them. I didn't think that I was, but I was still pretty heated about what went down, so maybe I was. Anyways, after everyone who was there backed up my story, they finally eased up on me, and then started complimenting me on how big I was, and that I needed to work security for them next year, etc. I was thinking to myself, seriously guys, just go back to drinking over in your area and leave me alone. They wouldn't even had known what happened if one of the guys who worked lighting for the stages hadn't had been there and called it in on his radio. I also later learned that the same couple had been causing problems the entire weekend for the folks at the VIP lounge, with them both taking way too many drugs and getting too drunk. I come to Waka, and camp in VIP to get away from stuff like that, so I'm going to seriously think about if making the trip again will be worth it in the following years. The artist lineup will be the main factor in whether I come back from now on, where as in the past, I just bought my ticket without caring who was playing because I knew I was going to have a good time hanging out with all the great people at Waka. If the girl knew how to lock a portajohn door, all of this would have been avoided. So just a matter of a few minutes, and my Waka 2012 experience was ruined. Well that, and all of the DJs.
^What he said. Don't let their toxicity seep into your water. You did well. Remember how great things were except for that few moments in time.
Agreed! Big Mike, Glad you took the cool-headed route! Don't let one incident poison your Waka experience! As a fairly large guy (6'5" 275lbs), it is my experience that it is easier to hit someone with a smile......cause we always look really bad when it goes the other way! no matter the circumstance...
Good Job on staying cool, hope to see you next year!
I know I'll be going VIP in the future. After two years of living in the refugee village that is main venue I'm done. I'm sure the parking staff does the best they can with what they have but they really screwed us this year. Despite the fact that my group pulled into the field bumper to bumper they could not seem to manage to get us parked together and our camp was a mess. I guess you do get what you pay for. A very small issue that did not detract form the overall experience I might ad. See everyone in VIP '13!