{"id":13058,"date":"2013-10-09T18:50:40","date_gmt":"2013-10-09T16:50:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lauramccullagh.com\/blog\/?p=13058"},"modified":"2013-10-14T12:50:46","modified_gmt":"2013-10-14T10:50:46","slug":"rocking-the-daisies-2013-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lauramccullagh.com\/blog\/2013\/10\/rocking-the-daisies-2013-friday\/","title":{"rendered":"Rocking the Daisies 2013: Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"
Friday 4 October 2013<\/div>\n

Last year was my first time at Rocking the Daisies <\/a>and I was impressed by the size and professionalism of the festival<\/a>. I’ll be honest, while this year’s Saturday’s internationals totally blew my mind (and expectations), I found the Friday pretty rough. That said, there were still some great moments; Friday highlights for me included The Dirty Skirts’ reunion and the testosterone-drenched Black Cat Bones.<\/p>\n

\"Black<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\"Gangs<\/a> Usually I do festivals with a small group of friends, which makes for loads of fun but also a crowded car and tent, and inevitable frustrations and disputes over who to see, where to find each other and when to leave.<\/p>\n

This year circumstances were such that my camping buddies were down to one, which worked out pretty well for us in all areas except setting up our tent…<\/p>\n

Jess and I arrived on Friday at around 11am, to a long queue of cars, a full carpark and an even fuller campsite. Eventually we found a spot right at the back and went set up our tent before trip 2 to the car and back.<\/p>\n

\"Rocking<\/a><\/p>\n\n\t\t