People of tomorrow world
You are invited to experience
A new chapter begins
To start the essence of togetherness
Children of the past
With the father of the present,
The grandmother of two days ago,
and the aunt of Christmas past.
Bahaha only slightly kidding
Yesterday is history
Today is a gift
Tomorrow is a mystery
^ The real TomorrowWorld motto.
That’s actually how the start of this epic adventure began. As we gathered practically a year’s worth of supplies from the trunk of the car, we began the mile long trek to….Dreamville, the land at the end of the rainbow. But really, there was a huge fake rainbow we walked under.
Dreamville was like college dorms except replace dorm rooms with tents, and communal showers with portopotties, and dining halls with a big magical marketplace. Cash wasn’t allowed in Dreamville, only your wristband with previously uploaded with money that you forgot about, meaning it all seemed free. So yes, it was a dream.
Assemble the Biddies
Meet Maggie, Sameea, randomspanishchick, Kelley, Jeanne (middle name Pika), Arlene, Kaimana, and Jess (Mary Jo not pictured).
Arlene and Kelley had gotten off work early that day in order to set up camp- literally. They had struggled a bit with the actual tent and whilst riding the strugglebus, ended up meeting the angels.
Meet Jake, Andrew, Ian, Colin, Louis, Cory, and Aaron. Ohio boys whose mamas raised them right. They were gentlemen and scholars, legends and heroes. They not only helped Arlene and Kelley set up the tent (something all 9 of us girls would’ve never been able to assemble ourselves), but they also shared their sublime tent location right next to the boardwalk. Aka PRIME people watching, or in this case, creatures-of-the-night watching.
When I recollect our first encounter with the boys, I can only think of the scene from Stepbrothers.
On the count of three, name your favorite dinosaur. Don't even think about it- just name it. Ready? One, two, three
DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS?
DO YOU WANNA GO TO KARATE IN THE GARAGE!?
Because that’s what happened.
Tomorrowworld is a magical community of peace, love and happiness. Or if you’re a frequent raver, the world consists of PLUR- Peace, Love, Unity and Respect.
People give these types of music festivals a bad rap, but I saw firsthand, as a young professional living and working in the “real world” that it’s not just about deep house music, mind-altering concoctions and hippie dancing. It’s about having a time and a place to do whatever and be whoever you feel like at that moment.
Wanna wear a Pikachu outfit all day? Do it- everyone will love you.
Wanna wear just a bathing suit in the middle of a random field in Chatahoochie Hills? Go for it, it's a valley in the middle of GA in September. IT'S HOT.
Wanna not shower for 3 days straight? I don’t recommend it but it was definitely done by some.
Wanna start conversation over a sign that reads “F—K Real Life”? For time spent longer than your average weekend, it's the exact opposite of the real world. So why not? (It's also a clothing brand).
Wanna sit on someone’s shoulders and suddenly make eye contact with Diplo? Yes I did. Love at first sight I believe they call it.
In the end, Tomorrowworld was a onetime event for me- a life experience that I am absolutely gratified I could take part in, but also one I will probably never repeat. I danced until my legs became spaghetti. I was like Alex in Flashdance (not a coincidence). My body couldn’t keep up with how much my heart wanted to just dance.
Aside from the fact that I simply cannot hang like I used to, staying up till 3am took a toll on me. I am old and weary now, and need my vitamins sorted out in a daily container.
However, if you were to mention Tomorrowland in Belgium, that’s a different story.
I would, and just might, go to that.
I’m not completely decrepit…yet.