It’s a Belgian techno music festival for two weekends in July.

I want to go!

A year ago I waited impatiently on my computer for the ticket sale to start.  Tickets were offered in a lottery to anyone who registered.  Both the first day, and the second one, I wasn’t selected.  I was sad.

Now it’s time to rev up for Tomorrowland 2024. I had no plan last time – just get a ticket for one of the weekends. Somehow I’d figure out how to get to Boom and where to stay.

This time I did my research. There are travel packages, from deluxe to modest. I don’t need the bells and whistles. So …

I have chosen to go the first weekend, take the train to Brussels on Thursday, July 18, stay in a dormitory at a hostel in centrum, be delivered to and from the festival each day by bus … and have a helluva time!

The sale for travel packages starts this Saturday at 5:00 pm CET. I’m ready. Surely fewer people will be fighting for these offers than will be the case a week later, when festival entrance tickets go on sale. Surely I will get in!

I want to dance. I’ll get tired a lot faster than the 20-year-olds but that’s fine. I’ll rest more … and then give ‘er again.

I’d love someone I know to accompany me to Brussels and Boom, and dance beside me. But no one in my world likes techno. Oh well. I’m going … whether that’s alone or with a friend.

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I don’t know how many years I have left

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

(Dylan Thomas)

Time to rave, Dylan