I'm way too late to this but I love this memory so I'm typing it anyway.

About 2 years ago I was invited to a small private music festival (my best way of describing it but not amazingly accurate). Anyway, this festival had been organized annually for years by a very close friend of a friend, until that year he had passed away; so this one was focused more around celebrating his life.

I hadn't been out there before but while we were on the way out I was told there was a lot of hippy free spirit types out there, which are a lot of fun, but not the usual type our friends would hang out with...we are just a bit different and a bit more reserved I guess.

So fast forward to about 9pm. We are out in the middle of the Irish countryside completely empty hills all around us with a big stage, different types of jazz, rock and country has been played for hours and only about 80-90 people in attendance. All of which people are good fun and not too over the top as far as the hippy behavior I was warned about.

A friend of mine asks me if I want to go for a walk for a bit and smoke a joint (which I very rarely do), I accept and we leave for about a half hour. While we are making our way back toward the stage area, very stoned at this stage, I say "it's unbelievably quiet. Do you think the music stopped?" We walk in around some trees and just down from the stage everyone is sitting around shoulder to shoulder (around 70-80 people at this stage) in complete silence, listening intently to this one guy doing the weirdest version of what I can only describe as Mongolian throat singing. I absolutely exploded with laughter and every person sitting there turned and stared straight at me as if I was the biggest piece of shit alive for not respecting this art-form. So my friend and I ran away behind some bushes and laughed for another solid 5 minutes while everyone sat there awkwardly waiting for us to stop.

I still think it's the most I have ever laughed in my life.