Hands down, the craziest, most exciting, fast-moving, adrenaline-filled festival I’ve attended so far in my lifetime. Women in their underwear, Tim Burton-esque clowns on stilts, neon EVERYTHING, and laser light shows the likes of which I had never seen before.

Thanks to my helpful eye in the field (Mr. Adam Runner), I was informed of Morgan Page’s delayed set. Needless to say, I was pretty disappointed. But in an incredible stroke of luck, we were already up toward the front for a different duo when the man himself stepped in.

The other acts I get to cross off my list: Autobody, Feed Me, Markus Shulz, Axwell and Skrillex, among several others that we caught while passing through (unfortunately, I missed Wolfgang Gartner and Avicii; there were too many great acts during those late time slots). The best of the whole night, without a doubt, was Diplo. I had forgotten how much great stuff he’s done until he started spinning it.

It was pretty hard keeping up with all the kids under (or over?) the influence, though; I’ve never danced so much for so long. I may have been one of the only sober people in the place, but I still had a good time, fueled by water and passion for electronic dance music.

“I really respect that. It’s so cool that without substances, you can still feel the love in the music.”

If they bring it back next year, I’m definitely coming back, hopefully with a few extra buddies in tow (and my shuffle perfected).