Siren Festival

So as my sister and I departed from our house to go to the train station, as luck would have it the MTA police ( yes they have police) would block the tracks making up excuses saying that "the barriers are broken" while our train stopped at the station and quietly moved along. It left me upset, heart broken and a bit gassy. We reached by 3:11 then took another hour to get to Coney island. By then as luck would have it once again we missed the Noisettes, some bands played, none that I cared to learn their music or research them further. While waiting to see if M.IA. would grace us with her presence I wondered, did she get her visa, did she even make across the Atlantic Ocean, or is she in a barrel being smuggled into the country. We were at the main stage, and made somewhat of an attempt to find the other stage but that failed and we just retreated. Some random DJ started to hype the crowd playing some music and we all cheered, mostly because we couldn't see the stage. So there we were fitted tightly between those 7 foot giants known as hipsters, while they stood there talking, smoking cigarettes and weed. There were even a few crack heads behind us. Indeed we had the spots of champions. M.IA. is a decent performer, i just wanted to hear boyz, bucky done gone, and galang and I would be irie. I heard those songs, we did the robot, butterfly, and some-other butchered versions of stuff seeing that space was oh so limited. But I left feeling a bit disappointed, I stood there saying to myself, I could've done this with them just playing her songs, but what the heck it was free. And when things are free, you feel happy or maybe its just my cheapness, oh well. We ventured to the boardwalk and Chad and I went to the beach, I rolled up my ever so tight jeans and stood there in the water, it was cold, I couldn't see my feet, and I think I stepped on glass, but when I emerged from the water, my toes were glistening. Chad took some pictures, who knows maybe he'll post them.
-Yulan