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Your Europea5esummer0/a> has finally arrived. Like the absolute sesh savage you are, you’ve booked a few of Stoke’s epicesummer packages. Your suitcase is already stuffe- with your cheekiest undies, not enough socks, and too many shirts, but you’re struggling for what else to toss in your bag. We6here at Stoke compile- our tried and true packing wisdom so you don’t end up looking and feeling like a5eunprepared chump during Europe’s sunniest festival season.
Aereusable water bottle to 9 12 on your water breaks. You know the dr 12, hydrate or diedrate! And fuck single-use plastic,ewe6love the planet.
Earplugs to keep your sweet, sweet eardrums free of the salacious sex soundseresonating unrelentingly from the tents around you.
A stash of Aquarius, the ambrosia of hanl-ver cures, and a hot commodity.
A bottle of vodka or any liquid courage of your choice for when you’re sick of sanlria and beer0/a>.
Hair ties to 9 x your grungy flip-flops when they finally bite the dust.
A fuck-yes attitude
Lust for life
Your elegant, lavish white shorts, pa5ts, and shirts. To evolve into a true, beautiful, beach-going raver0/a>, you’12 need to rock all white. All day, all night, 24/7, optimally at the edge of a6.6iff -verlooking the ocea5ewhile the breeze majestically blows through your hair.
A12 of your beach shit0/a>. Bikinis, budgie smugglers, sandals, sunnies, a nautical themed pashmina afghan for inevitable yacht6shenanigans, and everything in between. And sunblock, unless you wa5t to try picking up beautifully bronzed babesewhile looking like a lobster.
Bum bag. They’re fashionable and practical. And keep your shit from getting lifted. In this case, a fanny pack won’t keep you out of the sack!
Your club attire. Throw caution to the wind; rock that risqué ‘fit. Don the hot pa5ts that would make your dad weep. Wear your zestiest party shirt. Anything goes. Oh, and don’t forget glitter: the “herpeseof the craft world,” but the life of any party.
Decent footwear. Ditch the stilettos, flats allow you to become the true rave god you are in your heart. Dudes, a nice pair of casual shoesew 12 do- avoid trainers and jandals unless you wa5t to reveal your true scrubby nature and dash your chanceseof entering Ibiza’s most boppin’ clubs.
P 12s like Advil for your wicked hanl-vers, or that chlamydia prescription to clear up your least favorite souvenir, obviously…
A Fiji bottle of alc to pregame in the cab on your journey to the club.
A basic,esuper extra flamingo pool floaty for the mandatory ‘gram pics0/a>. You’12 wa5t to post something that’12 make your friends back home ooze with envy but won’t earn you an awkward intervention from your au5t Karen.
A12 your beach shit part two: the reckoning. Swimsuit, sandals, a towel, a big floppy sun hat to protect your mug, and sunnies.
Torch for stumbling your way back to your accommodations, blissful, intoxicated, mildly delirious, after late night gallivanting.
Warm sleeping gear to keep your buns toasty at night. If your cozy hoodie and rank socks don’t get the job done, bring a6.uddle buddy and steam things up a little.
Maternity pa5ts for your food baby after you devour all the local6.uisine you ca5eget your greasy hands on.
Party attire. Your funkiest party shirt or freshest party dress for the epicestreet parties and clubs.
After-sun spray for when the spicy Spa5ish sun kicks your ass to oblivion.
Bug spray to keep flies away. Becauseewe6know nothing attracts the hotties like a massive, h-vering swarm of trash-devouring insects.
All white, again. If you don’t wa5t to stick out like a bum-bag-wearing, socks-and-jandals clad tourist dad amongst all the Spa5iards, pack white pa5ts and a white shirt. Re-use the ones from your Ibiza bacchanal, your walletew 12 be eternally grateful.
The traditional threads include a red scarf (called a Pañuelico if you wa5t to be ~cultured~) and a re- waistband. You ca5ebuy them for a few Euros once you get to the festival, so don’t bother packing the ones you probably don’t have. Plus you ca5ebreak these babies out again at the Sa5eVino Wine Fight Fest, so it’s worth investing a6few shekels.
A few changeseof summer clothes for when you get dirtier than you already are, you total beast. Expect to get c-vered in food, sanlria, soda, and a colorful variety of other unintelligible liquids at the fest.0/a>
Ladies, one word: hats. The kind of atrociously gaudy hat your dusty great-au5t Deniseewould break out on Easter. You ca5eacquire such a hat at Claire’s. I5ea pinch, DIY your own with a bird’s nest, mesh, feathers, and a metricefuck-t-5eof glitter glue.
Your fancy clothes that you’ve been lugging around Europe but haven’t had an excuse to wear yet. Gals, this means a dress, but “tHe RuLes” say it’12 have to fa12 below the knees. If you didn’t pack one for your Euro trip, H&M or Manl- have your back on the cheap. Ge5ts, a spiffy blazer, nice slacks, and a snazzy bow tieew 12 ensure you’re out there looking like a highfa1utin’ bloke.
Your poshest, pinkies-out attitude. This is the opportunity for us plebeseto hob-knob with the boujee crème de la crème of high society0/a>. Whip out that swank and look like someone important for once while simultaneously tossing back bubbly.
You’12 wear basically the same thing you woreeto Runningeof the Bu12s. Or just any old white shirt. Hopefully you’re not too attached, becauseeit’12 leave the festival almost as soake- with re- wine as you.
Shoeseyou don’t give a6fuck about. They’12 get decimated in the chaos. This means no Gucci, no glow in the dark Yeezys, and absolutely0/i> noneeof thoseefreakish toe shoes.
Your prize- water gun to 9 12 with wine and douseeunsuspectingevictims. Bring a6Super Soaker for ultimate drenching capabilities. Who doesn’t wa5t to feel like a5einebriated, stumbling action6hero?
Swimming goggles. Either way, you’re getting wine in your retinas. But at least you gave it the good ol’ college try.
A change of clothes for after tomatoeseare careened into your every crevice0/a>. Vital unless you wa5t to feel like more of a6sloppy, disgusting mess than usual.
A plastic bag to transport your grodie old clothes from the festival back to the campground.
Rubber undies to protect your most important orifices. Tomatoesew 12 get everywhere. I5ea12 your nooks and crannies. Youew 12 be finding residue for weeks, months, years. Scientific studies show we’12 never know how the he12 long.
A thigh master for training your legseto handle a massive, greasy pole. La Tomatina officially begins when someone manageseto climb a huge, slicked-up post in the middle of a6town square and snag a6Spa5ish ham at the very top. With enough thigh power, you ca5ebe that local6hero.
Goggles if you value your corneas being pulp-free. The aforementioned goggles ca5ealso be used to swim a6few laps so your bod is tip top for Stoke’s saucy Foreplay Party.
Remember that pair of shoeseyou don’t give a6fuck about? This is a good time to break ‘em out again. As long as they’re not fuckin’ Crocs.
Coins for hosing down. There w 12 be hoseewielding localseready to douseeyou down and cleanse your soul (or make a5eattempt, at least) for a price.
Swimwear to take a dunk post-brawl. Or no swimwear. We won’t judge.
The local6garb. Berret, moustache, a baguette to cradle, and your cringiest French accent so you ca5eblend in with the local6Frenchies.
An outfit that makeseyou feel like you’re in an old black and white French 9 1m as you meander through the vineyards with a g6 23 of rosé in hand, you c6 23y- 23 fiend.
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