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Okay i feel like a moron for having to do this, but yesterday my dad informed me that i cant go to roo unless i have an adult call and talk to my mom, just to kind of be responsible.....
PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!
I am 17 years old and i know what im doin, so im not just some dumbass, but my dad doesnt think im responsible...If there is anyone out there that would be willing to talk to my parents, just so that there is someone that is down there in case i get hurt or something...PLEASE HELP NOW(Im from Indianapolis, i dont know if that helps at all, but someone please make my summer!!!)
Did you buy the ticket and THEN pop the idea on Dad? "Uh, Dad...I'll, uh, be going to this little thing down in Tennessee, just some people and some music...what's it called? Yeah, they have a web site, oh, you want to see it? Dad? Dad, you're over-reacting. 80,000 is not a lot of people Dad, ever been to a Big Ten football game? Huh? That's like, 100,000, and they are all drunk and stupid. This is music, Dad, it's a totally different vibe...huh? Drugs? Dad, they don't even let that stuff in, they practically strip search you coming in, they totally bust you right out of the place if they even find a joint on you...how do I know? Uh, well, there's this place where you can get all sorts of info on Bonnaroo...what's it called? Uh, I forget, I only saw it once but it had a lot of useful stuff...huh? No, no I don't think you're a jerkoff, Dad, why would you say that?"
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 18:59:02 GMT -5
Your parents need to do a little research. this whole entire thing is shaddddy. i for one dont want to be responsible for you, even if its a farce - b/c what if your parents required a phone number from 'me'.. and what if they asked 'me' how i knew you.. and what IF (and i know its not likey but what if) something did happen to you, would i (or whoever does end up helping you) be responsible?
ya man refer him to passedoutwooks.com. if it were me id just say im 17 im going see ya when i get back. sh.it even if you get the maximum sentence its only til your 18
ya. but i remember being 17. things like this a projected to be a much bigger issue then they are. if you disobey your parents and go its not going to be the end of the world. they may punish you. but come on your 17. how much can they really do. i guess if you live at their house and drive their car and whatnot they have the right. i took care of my own responsibilities and did what i felt like. if you have the ticket and the ride i would go. try to appease your parents but if you cant reason with them just go. but i dont think youll find anyone willin to take responability for a minor at roo. good luck though.
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 19:07:47 GMT -5
dudewhersmyinforoo said:
ya. but i remember being 17. things like this a projected to be a much bigger issue then they are. if you disobey your parents and go its not going to be the end of the world. they may punish you. but come on your 17. how much can they really do. i guess if you live at their house and drive their car and whatnot they have the right. i took care of my own responsibilities and did what i felt like. if you have the ticket and the ride i would go. try to appease your parents but if you cant reason with them just go. but i dont think youll find anyone willin to take responability for a minor at roo. good luck though.
good points i guess i just lucked out having parents who understood, and i guess i was responsible enough to be trusted - and figure things out n stuff.. but your right as well
okay im not a complete dumbass people....my mom is cool with the whole thing, but my dad just found out and threw a fit...honestly my mom doesnt give a shit...she just needs to actually talk to someone on the phone so that she isnt completely lying to my dad...
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 19:10:27 GMT -5
okay so why are you posting on a random message board on the interweb??? it just seems sorta...random.. . sorry to bust your chops, im sure your getting it enuf from your folks..
so just have them call someone. if it can be a random person of the internet with an out of state area code then it seems like you could just find somebody you know. a friends older cousins girlfriends sister or something. on the internet your likely to get some ass.hole who would tell your mom about drugs and murders and whatnot
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 19:17:22 GMT -5
dudewhersmyinforoo said:
so just have them call someone. if it can be a random person of the internet with an out of state area code then it seems like you could just find somebody you know. a friends older cousins girlfriends sister or something. on the internet your likely to get some ass.hole who would tell your mom about drugs and murders and whatnot
okay heres how it is..i dont lie to my mom...all she wants to do is talk to someone on the phone that is actually going to bonnaroo..thats all...she just needs to talk to somebody that is going, and i only know like 2 people that are going
Post by mangopositive on Jun 9, 2006 20:04:13 GMT -5
troman004 said:
okay heres how it is..i dont lie to my mom...all she wants to do is talk to someone on the phone that is actually going to bonnaroo..thats all...she just needs to talk to somebody that is going, and i only know like 2 people that are going
I'll talk to your mom. I'm 29 and married. E-mail me at mangopositive@comcast.net. In the e-mail, tell me who you are going with and how far the drive is.
Post by venusinfurs on Jun 9, 2006 20:10:23 GMT -5
Your dad is right to freak out. Jesus Christ, man. You have no idea what kind of mad and decadent animals wander around Bonnaroo, foaming from the mouth and oozing with semen. You ever hear of a wook? Let me tell you, they're savage. Couple of wooks get a hold of a 17 year old boy and they'll leave nothing but the bones. Well, all the bones except the skull... they collect skulls. Something to do with the Grateful Dead, don't ask me. Just remember, carry a bucket of water, a towel, and maybe a flyswatter at all times. That'll keep the beasts away.
well it does kinda depend. i mean there are different walks of life. my parents would let me go. but i was smokin and drinking with my dad when i was that age. but i grew up in a straigtedge ommunity and i dont think alot of those kids would function well at roo. and i am certain that their parents would not approve of them going. but hey man.. again your 17. you only live once. and theres very little you rparents can actually do to you. what they gorund ya. i can assure you that your life long memories of roo are far better then whatever you would have done during the couple weeks youll be grounded.
yeah, I guess I see your point, but, my parents were semi-strict when I was 15-16, but as soon as I turned 17 like this little switch flipped in thier head and they began to see me as an adult rather than a kid...
like you said, different walks of life, I suppose..
ya man. once i got a car i pretty much did what i wanted to. of course i had a job so i could get the car and pay for my own stuff and not depend on my parents which would give them control. i have 28 year old friends who live at home, eat moms food, mom does laundry and makes their bed. he even drives their car. the caar has to be home by 11 pm and he does too if he wants to sleep there. he can only be out past 11 if he stays out till 9 am the next morning. hes a sad case
Yeah last roo this kid (maybe 16) was there with his parents and he would come over and smoke with us and his parents didn't give a damn. Now my parents, on the other hand, would probbaly have had me in the same boat as our troman here...
Post by Prelude Jive on Jun 9, 2006 21:06:07 GMT -5
wbennettjr said:
Did you buy the ticket and THEN pop the idea on Dad? "Uh, Dad...I'll, uh, be going to this little thing down in Tennessee, just some people and some music...what's it called? Yeah, they have a web site, oh, you want to see it? Dad? Dad, you're over-reacting. 80,000 is not a lot of people Dad, ever been to a Big Ten football game? Huh? That's like, 100,000, and they are all drunk and stupid. This is music, Dad, it's a totally different vibe...huh? Drugs? Dad, they don't even let that stuff in, they practically strip search you coming in, they totally bust you right out of the place if they even find a joint on you...how do I know? Uh, well, there's this place where you can get all sorts of info on Bonnaroo...what's it called? Uh, I forget, I only saw it once but it had a lot of useful stuff...huh? No, no I don't think you're a jerkoff, Dad, why would you say that?
Your dad is right to freak out. Jesus Christ, man. You have no idea what kind of mad and decadent animals wander around Bonnaroo, foaming from the mouth and oozing with semen. You ever hear of a wook? Let me tell you, they're savage. Couple of wooks get a hold of a 17 year old boy and they'll leave nothing but the bones. Well, all the bones except the skull... they collect skulls. Something to do with the Grateful Dead, don't ask me. Just remember, carry a bucket of water, a towel, and maybe a flyswatter at all times. That'll keep the beasts away.
lol....
Man once you get down there just about any of your neighbours will talk to someone on the phone... if you were my neighbour i'd do it, it'd be a good story to elaborate years later...