On Friday I went to the Summertea open-air on the Gulf of Finland, in the Lisiy Nos area. As I understand it, it was organized by Blasta, and it was his first open-air. Well, the first pancake did turn out a little lumpy. It is worth starting with the fact that some people (including Yegor and me) arrived at the event location much earlier than the organizers. It was especially comical to meet people on the road running along the Gulf who had come not from Lisiy Nos station, but from Morskaya station. Judging by the map on the organizers’ website, the event was supposed to take place somewhere in the middle. However, neither did we see anything along the way, nor did they. Fortunately, we had walked too far into the forest to turn back the moment we realized that nothing was happening at that point. We stood around, calling every possible phone number belonging to the organizers. At that moment, two cars emerged from the forest, bringing part of the equipment. Then another truck arrived with tables and other things. In short, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—there would definitely be something happening here that evening.
It all started with some nondescript R`n`B and clownstep (sorry for using that word). We did not even manage to find out who was performing. The event bar was still on its way, while our main forces, carrying the strong alcoholic drinks, were wandering somewhere in the forest on the way to the event site. It was a little boring. People clustered around the bonfire, talked, and got acquainted.
Around one o’clock, the bar appeared, our vodka arrived, and Blasta got behind the decks. Warm and pleasant revelry began. I cannot say what all the people around me, collectively or individually, were doing. However, before long we had what was practically a little clearing (or, better put, a tiny patch) of spbdnb, where everyone knew one another and chatted pleasantly. Then Gvozd played, and it was fun again. Early dawn in the east and drumfunk coming from the speakers. What could be better? Joy and merriment, joy and merriment, nothing else. I did not even particularly feel like drinking.
Walks through the nighttime forest, conversations, jokes, sausages over the bonfire, and heartfelt toasts—that is what filled the night. At least until 5 a.m., when we decided to pull up anchor and return to the city. When we left, people were still on the clearing. On the way to the highway, we sang songs ;) Unfortunately, I never did try the promised exotic tea. But I hope this
event will have a continuation, so everything can still be put right. This was my first open-air of the year; I hope it will not be my last.
Author: Zolba
