So on Sunday this reporter hit the hills of UC (gross) and grooved my booty off. My day proceeded like many other ANU students:
9am – 11 am: finding an outfit which could conceal a good two liters of Vody and still look hot af. After; multiple drinks were consumed and our gang staggered into civic with only one stop outside the bio lecture theatre for a sneaky tack vom. The bus to belco saw a couple of voms which weren’t so tactical much to the disgust of our fellow commuters #thoughtleaders. Our tipsy little troupe made it too the hallowed hills just soon enough to catch a listen of Gordi, who legit sounded so 10/10. Happy to say no flower crowns were spotted this year – proud of you Canberra.
12pm – 4pm: Obviously our local babe SAFIA brought the goods and gave Canberra some much needed home-town loving. But we’re all really tired at this point and in need of vitamins and minerals. This came in the form of 12 dollar wraps which were chosen purely on the tiny size of the line (they were really bad thinking back on it now).
5pm- 7pm – After many hazy wanderings which included a lost jumper, stolen sunnies and losing everyone and finding them again in an hour: we found ourselves in front of the Rubens. The crowed highlight was Rubens, seeing the front man Sam Margin riding over our heads like Christ ascending into heaven; then proceeding to finish the act with a sneaky champagne spray, this reporter can confirm however, it tasted cheap af so no champers wastage was made. One of the not so heavenly acts of the day, however was Alison Wonderland, who did not provide any decent banter and assumed her audiences would be enthralled by the deep meanings behind her rando songs (ily her tho).
To wrap up: this was my 3rd Groovin’ and what I really love about it is that the twelvie culture is still going strong. And for me being a country kid, literally every second person I saw I knew (it’s like Coachella for them, it’s so sad). Hopefully this beautiful Canberra tradition will continue and many hazy happy memories will continue to be made. Ily so much Groovin’.