Chapter 3: ADE p.1: Back to the roots
Need to mention this fact – few days before ADE our Airbnb booking was cancelled. Thus, the worst plan was Central Station, hahaha. Destiny is kind to us – our friend offered to live with him/and he cooks like Gordon Ramsay/, so, living with a chef is a new level!
We started with a bar in Hoxton hotel – a big advice to go there! Super tasty cocktails, beautiful people, friendly atmosphere – great start of the evening. After a battle between Pan-Pot and Panama Panama won/even mentioning the fact that they forgot to put us on a list/. Each year it’s a tradition to go on Wednesday there: to meet 1/3 of previous ADE and get acquainted with whole club.
To be frank, don’t remember much about music – suppose, it was good, as we were staying until the closing. Plus, running from some pizza chefs from Dam with bottle of champaign – ADE started well!
Thursday plan was Afterlife – however, some shit happened to our guestlists, so the decision to go was Drumcode and Hyte.
Nowhere except Amsterdam U have a feeling of party while entering the park. Don’t actually remember how many times we attended Gashouder, but vibe there is so specific, that U can close eyes and guess the place only by music.
And – a welcome surprise. From the whole getting in crowd bodyguards stopped only us and asked about documents. Ofc, we have copied with us – but a surprise was we needed hard copies! Aren’t we so crazy to take passports to techno party /remember, we don’t have ID’s in Ukraine/. So, 15 minutes eloquent discussion with security and we are in. they are soooooo strange there, like remember our story about backstage bracelets for hugs?
Being “a bit” about Hyte parties we didn’t spend much time on Awake. Like time on Awake was equal to time waiting for Uber. Not so packed Warehouse, we were even sad to be in our leather dresses…
As usual for Hyte, music was banging.
And beloved Warehouse, and Speedy J, and Floorplan’s “Never grow old” all that links and that moments – that was about day 2.
The strangest thing – don’t remember how we got home. Both of us.