A wonderfully ‘turnt’ recount of Defqon.1 – SATURDAY.

Time: 8:00AM
Location: I have no fucking idea (AKA, Walibi World bungalow parks).
Feeling: A wave of excitement mixed with tiredness, relief that I chose to not get drunk on Friday and a craving to get absolutely wasted.
So I: Jump out of bed, run into Sara’s room and wake her up!

“It’s fucking time, bitch!” I yell. Usually it takes Sara about 2-3 hours to properly wake up and become human again, but seeing as Defqon.1 is only once a year Sara shot out of bed excitedly and immediately proceeded to start getting ready.

We had about an hour free and seeing as we hadn’t properly checked out the bungalow, we decided to make our own segment of MTV cribs for Snapchat (AANmedia). Whilst making our own MTV cribs segment, we came to the discovery that we should name our bungalow; with all appropriateness thrown out the window and in commemoration to how drunk we were about to get, we decided to name it “Fuarkistan” (pronounced fuarrrrrrrrrrk-istan).

After laughing for about ten minutes straight at the fact that we named our bungalow Fuarkistan, I quickly got ready and waited for Sara to finish doing her make-up. Seeing as I didn’t have to do my hair or put on makeup, I became a little impatient with Sara, who was taking forever to straighten her hair and as 10:30AM crept around, I hurried her out of the door so that we could arrive at the media centre by 11:00AM to shoot the first segment.

‘Waking up on the campsite’

Seeing as we were high rollers for the weekend, the Nomobo crew and I took the golf buggy to the campsite, where we would film the shook and horror of me waking up in a complete stranger’s tent. We found a bunch of Swedish guys who were game enough, so we explained what the scene would be about…

AND… ACTION!

**Cassi wakes up in a tepee, with no recollection of the night before…**

Cassi: *waking up slowly* Woah…. Where the f*ck am I?! And who are you?!
Swedish guy: We met last night.
Cassi: Did we f*ck?
Swedish guy: Yeah, we did.
Cassi: Fuck… Shit…. I’M OUTTA HERE, CYA! *Cassi makes a swift exit*

This scene had to be filmed about five times because me and the Swedish guy kept laughing, but after finally getting it right I got to move along and wake up some other people on the campsite!

We soon came across a campsite of lively French visitors, so I decided to take the plunge and spontaneously interview them. Halfway through the interview, I noticed that on the ground beneath me was one of the members of their camp, who was still passed out. To my dismay, none of his friends had drawn a penis on his face or done anything remotely funny, so I asked one of the girls if they had any lipstick so that I could do the honours. The French girl handed me a dark pink lipstick, so without further hesitation I bent down next to poor guy and started applying the lipstick whilst laughing hysterically with the rest of his friends. Just a shout out to the passed out French guy – I am so sorry for applying lipstick to your face, but to be honest you had it coming!

Moving on to the next victims, I interviewed some Swedish girls, two American girls and another French campsite; the partygoers were all hyped up for the day ahead as they bolted from the campsite to the festival grounds! The only downfall of the morning was the rain, which was brewing violently behind the clouds, so I silently prayed that it would clear up, because quite frankly my chosen outfit for the day was really not tolerant to shitty weather.

By 12:50PM I had finished interviewing on the campsite and it was now time for me to get my hair and makeup done before I could begin filming at all of the freshly revealed stages. The day’s plan consisted of me interviewing visitors, introducing the notorious Power Hour, dancing at every single stage, getting turnt in the artist lounge (which I was looking forward to), introducing the End Show and of course, gathering some fellow warriors and coercing them to attend the after-party! Saturday was looking to be extremely jam-packed and boy, I must admit that it was absolute mayhem!

3:45PM: After filming the first segments, the rain began to intensify and before Power Hour began I just knew that I had to change out of my heeled sandals and into some real shoes. I introduced Power Hour from the VIP deck and immediately ran to the golf buggy, which took us to the backstage area of the mainstage where we jumped the fence and entered the crowd to get some raving footage. I danced with some crazy c*nts who were holding massive blow up toys and other paraphernalia and once we got the perfect shot we ran back to the buggy and rode back to the media area to drop off the footage for editing. By this time the rain had intensified and both Sara and I didn’t bother bringing a jacket, meaning that we had to take the golf buggy back to Fuarkistan (our bungalow) to change shoes and grab some warm clothing to sustain us throughout the evening.

We arrived back on-site at around 5:30PM and dinnertime was amongst us… Yum, food. Eating at lightning speed, our next venture was to the notorious Artist Lounge where I would be filmed taking selfies with all of the artists. Yes, I know, it’s kind of embarrassing to pretend to be a massive fan-girl, but once again this was my job and quite frankly the awkwardness faded after I had a couple of vodka and lemonade’s in my system. Whilst filming, I ran into a several of my beloved artist-friends who welcomed me home with open arms; it was great to see everybody again, not to mention, live up to my name and get embarrassingly drunk.

–> With my favourite Sagittarius m9 Aeros and my shitty front camera.

It took a while to film the whole selfie-saga and once the segment was finished we had to quickly deliberate about which artists were crazy enough to do vodka shots with me on camera. I could only think of one guy who would be totally up for this – Niels from Frequencerz! The film crew had a quick chat with Niels, but little did I know that they were secretly planning to put me on the spot.

Here’s what went down…

*Niels and Cassi are standing at the bar*

Niels: Cassi, should we do some shots?!
Cassi: FUCK YEAH!
Niels: *To bartender* Can I please have two shots of vodka? *bartender pours half a cup of vodka each*
Cassi: *Secretly nervous* Fuck…
Niels: Now, jump up on the bar!
Cassi: Jump on the bar…? No!
Niels: You HAVE to.
Cassi: *To bartender* Can I jump on the bar?
Bartender: Go for it!

*Cassi jumps up on the bar and starts dancing, whilst sculling the cup of vodka. Everyone in the vicinity of the artist lounge stares at Cassi and laughs. Cassi feels embarrassed and drunker than before, she jumps down from the bar and laughs hysterically.*

 –> It’s ok m9, I forgive you.

Yes, I jumped on the bar in the artist lounge and EVERYBODY saw. I literally had no idea that they were going to put me on the spot like that, but hey, that’s another thing ticked off from my bucket list. I gave Niels a hug and thanked him for getting me extremely drunk (not to mention, I still had a couple of hours of filming left and had to do it whilst I was completely wasted… Oops).

8:00PM: The next thing we had to film was me walking throughout the entire festival and entering each and every stage. For those who think that my job is easy, try walking into the same stage ten times whilst drunk – it is far from easy, especially when you’re battling a major wardrobe malfunction. I was dressed in a beautiful 70’s inspired jumpsuit with flared legs; it was an amazing outfit, however seeing as the pants were a little too long they dragged through the wet grass and mud and all I wanted to do was change outfits into something a little more bearable.

Filming at every single stage took about one and a half hours and from there I had thirty minutes to go back to the artist lounge to grab Sara and another drink before running to the mainstage to film the introduction for the End Show. Once arriving back at the mainstage, we headed up the stairs of the VIP deck where we were greeted with a beautiful view of the colossal stage. Before I forget, I must give special mention to the amazing designs that resonated throughout the festival grounds; Q-dance really went above and beyond with their stage designs this year as they even cleverly recycled concepts from Qlimax 2014, Q-BASE 2014 and other previous events.

Okay, I’m not going to lie – I was extremely drunk and slightly dishevelled, but I guess that this is all part of being the ultimate weekend warrior! The outro was drunker than I had anticipated and after witnessing the incredible End Show, we ran to the golf buggy which drove back to the campsite where I would gather campers and bring them to the afterparty.

Afterparty, bro?

12:15AM: We’d finally finished filming and the buggy dropped me off outside of the artist lounge where I would continue the party and experience the usually composed artists in prime drunkenness. I reunited with Sara and a couple of other friends and immediately grabbed myself a drink which transported me back to a prime and tipsy state. I then decided that this party needed a little spicing up and as usual, I subsequently took matters into my own hands. After noticing that people were entering and exiting the photo booth, I knew that this booth was my calling, so I decided to christen it by throwing all caution to the wind and doing some very, very questionable things in there. To my dismay, I forgot to take the photos with me and seconds later a bunch of friends approached me laughing hysterically and holding the hilarious photos (for your information, these photos are now on the wall in my bedroom). I later entered the photo booth and had some skitz times with some new-found ‘friends (m9).’ Whatever happened in that Defqon.1 artist lounge photo booth stays there… Just kidding, I have the reminder on my bedroom wall everyday.

–> The most ‘appropriate’ photo taken in that booth.

Now downing my 100th drink, Sara and a bunch of equally turnt c*nts wanted to continue the party, so we entered the Blue tent and danced wildly whilst watching Hard Driver tear the tent down. By 3:00AM I was so obliterated and despite having to be back at 10:30AM to film, there was absolutely no way that this party was ending, so we took the party back to Fuarkistan!

As much as I’d like to make a detailed recap of what exactly went down in Fuarkistan, I sadly have to admit that whatever happens in Fuarkistan stays in Fuarkistan… However, if you use your imagination, I’m sure that you’ll be able to somewhat piece together what went down in the infamous bungalow…

For those who want to see the result of all of my hard (and drunk) work, check out the Saturday day report!

DAY 3 TO BE CONTINUED…