A crazy wicked ass time of feasting and doing other activities that are only acceptable in a feastival like roaming in safeway for hours and drooling over the goods. **Walmart is only acceptable if you're playing hide and go seek or causing some sort of ruckus. A feastival usually takes place once a month and to partake in the amazing day of feasting you must A) bring some food item of some sort.(It's in a way like a potluck in that sense, but thats the only way) B) bring some crazy funky hat or something. C) not be scared of getting thrown in jail. A feastival is absolutely the most craziest feasting/gallabanting/ruckus-causing heyday of a gathering.
One guy: Dude, you look rough... Is that lipstick on your face?
Another guy: Dude, we had a feastival last night. I ate so much I don't even remember everything that went down. I think we used lipstick as warpaint when we were missioning around walmart.
One guy: Ohhhhh. Last time I went to a feastival I woke up naked tied to a rubber duck in the toy isle of walmart.
This is a reference to Red Letter Media's Best of the Worst review of "Hollywood Cop", specifically a line said by the late, lamented Cameron Mitchell.
Jay brings up the line, and Rich Evans, aka "Dick the Birthday Boy" adamantly refuses to admit that this line was in Hollywood Cop, instead thinking it was in Samurai Cop. WRONG!
The comedown as bad as heroin withdrawel after returning home from a music festival.
Common symptoms are:
Appreciation that the ringing in your ears was worth it
Unable to take off the festival band for at least a few days
Listening to the music of bands you saw on your ipod
Youtubing videos of the festival
Stuffing yourself with food
Some more dangerous symptoms are:
Making your toilet filthy so as to reenact the festival toilets
Camping out your backgarden
Not feeding the cat Continuing to dress zany despite being home
Guy1: Hey why's John not coming to the crazy party tonight? There is going to be a ton of drink & girls
Guy2: he's suffering from Post festival depression, Like he started singing at the top of his lungs on the phone ''I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS'' before hanging up crying
the down feeling you get for almost a week or more after you come home from a music festival. the feeling that nothing in the world compares to that 'crazy' weekend and the desperate need to go back and relive it. anyone not at a festival will dismiss this feeling as a sign of insanity as they simply do not understand.
''Hey, wanna come to a party?''
''No, I only got back from T in the Park yesterday and I have the festival blues''
"Okay then you absolute freak''