Kept running into the whoever had that lobster that was wearing a shirt , but the person I saw most didn't even have a way for me to point him out, he blended in with everyone at bonnaroo seeing as how he was a little over six foot white male with long shaggy, dirty blonde hair and every time I saw him it looked like he had consumed wayyyy too much corn. First saw him at JD McPherson then at least one show every day after that. The last time I saw him was after roo was officially over. I was at a rave/ party truck thing that was at the end of the vendors outside of centeroo at like 5:00 in the morning. I walked up to him and explained to him that I had seen him all over roo throughout the weekend and asked if he noticed the same with me. He said he'd seen me a couple times, and said that it was the magic of roo causing us to periodically cross paths, each time ensuring one another that the other was still alive and having a great time and there was nothing to worry about. We then hugged and danced until the sun came up, the final sunrise that I would see at roo until next year. This total stranger had just provided me with the most exceptional and full circle closure that I could have to such a perfect weekend, and then he said that he would see me next year because the magic of roo would bring us together to let us know that all was well once again and it was time to party. I never would have thought that the random guy that that I kept running into all weekend would give me reason to come back, if not for the music and everything else, then simply to be reminded that everything was alright.
Post by summerteeth214 on Jun 28, 2013 12:29:20 GMT -5
There was a guy who was behind me in the pit line for Paul who I wound up seeing multiple times across the weekend. I never got his name, but we'd always be like "what's up?" He even walked by our campsite once. It's funny how, in a crowd of 80,000+, you can randomly run into the same person multiple times.