The Vans Warped Tour was something that always tickled my fancy. Super cool punk/rock music festival in the States. When i had made the step leap and jump over there for camp (i worked at a summer camp. Sick.) My friend was conveniently moving down to San Diego the day after camp shut it's doors. So we pilled up her home and my life in a suitcase and arrived in San Diego much later that day (we got severely lost in L.A. Stupid roads).
It was hot. It was sunny. It was unreal. Just a cool vibe coming of everyone there, could of been the alcoholic lubrication or could of been that everyone in San Diego is killing it.
All three of us weren't 21, but everyone who knows me knows i like to have a plan. In my sweaty little hands were three borrowed Aussie licenses dictating that we were 21. Lisa and Derby as Americans do, thought it smart to put on an Australian accent and throw in about every generalised 'saying' into one sentence before finishing with "we'll have a beer TA LOVE!"
I was behind them, so proud of the australians they had become. Whatever, we got the beer.
