So you’ve decided that you want to go to a summer festival for the first time, but you’ve just realised that the thought of getting muddy and dirty for a whole four days suddenly doesn’t seem as appealing. Sound like you? Certainly sounds like me a few years ago when I decided to go to Glastonbury with a large group of friends. Recently I had been to see a live music act in London and chipped in with a few friends to stay in a concert hotel. A hotel basically near the location that meant we could party into the wee hours without missing the last train home.
I remember my friend’s faces when I produced a large selection of clothes I had brought especially. I was really into the festival chic look, Kate Moss and Lily Allen had always looked fantastic. The idea of a cute little summer dress with some designer welly boots and some obligatory sunglasses really appealed. It was only till my friends pointed out that most celebrities hung out in the VIP area of festivals and probably had a stylist on call that decided their entire ‘just thrown on’ wardrobe that I began to panic. Of course Kate Moss doesn’t stay there in a grubby Argos tent, my friends told me. She’ll be staying in a five star hotel nearby messing up her straightened hair to make it look slightly more ‘festive’.
This is when it dawned on me that perhaps I wasn’t as cool as I had first imagined. Yes, I loved music and meeting new people. But sweaty, smelly people? Not being able to wash your hair? Sleeping on and around mud? How was I going to survive?! I wanted to look glamorous as I danced around to Morrissey; I wanted to look sexy for Justin Timberlake. (Just in case he spotted me in the crowd-a girl should always be prepared.)
I wasn’t sure how I was going to tackle this problem, I was certain that even a good tent wouldn’t contain modern luxuries such as hair strengtheners, mirrors or showers. These were all vital for a festival girl to remain at her best at all times, and there was no way I was going to use one of those festival toilets…
This is when I decided that the accommodation plans were going to have change that perhaps I could stay in something better than a collapsing tent full of unwashed males and could have the best of both worlds. I could look all glam and spend age’s blow drying my hair and shaving my legs and then return to the party of the festival as if I hadn’t even been gone. Yes, my hair did always look that straight, even in the rain. My plan seemed perfect! Booking a concert hotel meant I could enjoy all the hippy and freedom of the festival, come closer to Mother Nature, before going back to wash her all off.
So eventually my festival experience ending up being great, all my male friends set off into the crowds, dirty, almost pirate-like as I stood in my flowery welly boots happy in the knowledge that if it did ever rain or get messy I could go back and preen. Also, if Justin Timberlake did happen to spot me in the crowd I would be looking my best. Well, a girl can dream! Next year I am already planning the booking of a concert hotel so that I do that whole ‘festival chic’ without having to get my hands even slightly muddy!