FINAL LCF DIARY ENTRY (DAY5)

Day 5 Final day:

7.50am: walking extra slowly from the station so I can deftly avoid all the people I’m afraid of bumping into in the queue.  

8am: Adriana is going to be on stand with me all day. This is a relief as I’m tired and need to close out the festival in one piece.  

8.30am: no sign of Adriana yet so I proceed to make batch brew number #21

8.45am: I’ve just clocked that Scenery coffee roasters have matching uniform...in black. So it’s not just Dark Arts! I look down at my white tee and Arsenal shorts.

9am: no sign of Adriana.

9.15am: text from Adriana...she’s lost her keys. I smile and release a solitary tear.

10am: she’s here and I’m so relieved! Coffees are served and chats with the general public begin straight away.

11am: turns out Adriana is more competent than I am so people think it’s her company!

12pm: I leave the new CEO of Coborn to her work and go to annoy my new festival friends on their stands.

12.10pm: on one of the coffee packaging stands there’s a teenage DJ blasting out techno music whilst the adults (whom I presume to be his parents) attempt to talk to prospective customers.

1pm: donuts have been purchased in exchange for coffees.

1.30pm: pints have been purchased in exchange for coffees.

2pm: a man who looks suspiciously like Stanley Tucci informs me he is allergic to oranges. I smile and thank him for this information.

2.01pm: he smiles back and asks if the ‘orange wine’ tasting note from the RHOC will cause a severe reaction.

2.02pm: I cry inside. Adriana smiles at me and takes her break.

4pm: we explain that the Strawbs has not been co-fermented with Haribo for the 30th time.

5pm: it’s only now that we’re packing down that I can appreciate the poor choice of wearing white tees to a coffee festival.

7pm: now that all our gear is on the street corner, Adriana asks the inevitable question, how am I planning on getting everything to the roastery?

9pm: four hugs, two cancelled ubers, one zipcar and a potential speeding fine later and I’m in the roastery!

10pm: at the pub, my mates ask what I’ve been up to this week. I reply “not a lot” and we carry on discussing Arsenal’s current chances this season.

10.05pm: I’m thankful for my friends but I am en route now to collapse in a dark room and remind myself why I didn’t go to medical school like my mother told me to.