I am probably irrationally excited about my next adventure. Me and four friends are going on a road trip. ROAD TRIP! It doesn't matter that the road is only two hours long and the final destination is what I am supposed to be excited about. I rarely ride in a vehicle these days let alone one from 1971. There better be some Autobahn between us and wherever it is we are going.

And here it is: Fusion. 4 days of techno at an "old Russian military airfield in the middle of nowhere in the fields of Northern Germany." It's an annual right of passage for my friends here but it's my very first music festival of any kind. I also haven't been camping in 15 years and there was a distinct lack of techno and thousands of other people the last time I went. 4 days of Port-O-Potties? Oh yes.