As someone who's been to Osheaga five summers in a row, it's safe to say that, when it comes to this specific music festival, I've been there, done that. From the anticipation of arriving at Parc Jean-Drapeau on that first Friday, to the elation of running from show to show all weekend long, without forgetting the desperation of trying to get the hell off the island on that last Sunday night, I've seen it all – and then some. So, when I found out that I would be the lucky CJLO-er covering this year's festival, I was quite skeptical about how much fun I could still actually have during what would be my sixth weekend among a crowd of 135,000 boisterous attendees.