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^ agree! 99.99999% of the time i am walking around roo in a state of blissful happiness! one bad sight in 2 years isn't much to complain about... just fun to talk about ;D
Post by fordgoose15 on Feb 7, 2007 10:57:02 GMT -5
Even though you may read some stuff here that may seem disturbing, you need to keep in mind that these stories are few and far-between, That's what makes this thread so interesting in the first place. No one here is trying to scare the "newbies" in any way. We are just sharing some very rare "war stories" in an attempt to keep everyone grounded and aware! Bonnaroo is the most beautiful place that i've ever been, but sometimes it even storms in paradise. We all just want you to be prepared for the best time of your life!
I didn't mean to imply by any means that anyone was trying to scare newbies. I just didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression from this thread. Using moderation and knowing one's self are certainly good pieces of advice.
One of the security cowboys came by our camp site (on the other side of the fence) and his horse proceeded to take a smelly and quite large dump about eight feet from my friend's tent. It was actually funny because my buddy won that spot by cheating in a game of rock, paper, scissors! I teased him about it all weekend.
Worst thing ive seen was not even that bad . . . After the Phil show sunday night, my friend bought this blue powder stuff from this guy walkin tents, and she didnt know what it was, so she just called it Ajax . . . . anyway, she she injested it through her sniffer, and a little while later, she was sweatin hardcore and nodding in and out. So i had to sit there and babysit herm and makesure she didnt die, but keep in mind, i had about 5 different substances in me, even though i was comin down, i still had to deal with it. So i turned the truck on and had myself a phish concert and before i realized my other friend went to the portos and never returned (another female) So i had to leave ashley sweating and nodding in and out of concisness, and go find kristin, only to find she found someone else camped near the portos having their own phish concert and ended up chillin there (and sleeping there..............IF you know what i mean, AND i think you do). So i went back and made sure Ashley was still alive, so, i finished my Phish concert, smoked, and babysat her till she went to bed, and did the same myself
Post by steveternal on Feb 7, 2007 11:50:52 GMT -5
This is a weird thread.
The worst thing I remember is from '05, walking from camp to the late night shows and passing by a group of port-a-johns... yes, one of these stories. Some guy, obviously completely altered, just finished his business (whether inside a john or not, I do not know), and was standing in the street with his pants half down, wiping his ass with TP, and of course just leaving the waste on the ground. He looked pretty messy in general.
One of the security cowboys came by our camp site (on the other side of the fence) and his horse proceeded to take a smelly and quite large dump about eight feet from my friend's tent. It was actually funny because my buddy won that spot by cheating in a game of rock, paper, scissors! I teased him about it all weekend.
Post by fordgoose15 on Feb 7, 2007 13:56:58 GMT -5
danirene said:
machub said:
One of the security cowboys came by our camp site (on the other side of the fence) and his horse proceeded to take a smelly and quite large dump about eight feet from my friend's tent. It was actually funny because my buddy won that spot by cheating in a game of rock, paper, scissors! I teased him about it all weekend.
Post by arizonalovesyou on Feb 7, 2007 14:02:00 GMT -5
in '05, i was camped really far away... over in the james bond camps i believe. anyways, on saturday night, a very upset girl drove like 45 miles an hour down one of the shakedown streets and ended up having to slam on the brakes right in front of the muddy porta potty area and slid like 90 degrees. It was scary, because of how fast she was going and apparently she was having problems with her bf or something. I was walking to the porta potties when this happened. Probably the worst thing i've seen at the roo. She could've killed like 20 people!
As fun as this is I swear this is one of those counterproductive threads, that you sure as all hell dont want the wrong person lurking in the background to see if you catch my drift. I know I know, its common knowledge and everybody knows that blah blah blah. Still its just not the smartest thing to do IMO. I think it should be agreed that crazy stuff happens and leave it at that. Then erase this complete red flag of a thread.
One of the security cowboys came by our camp site (on the other side of the fence) and his horse proceeded to take a smelly and quite large dump about eight feet from my friend's tent. It was actually funny because my buddy won that spot by cheating in a game of rock, paper, scissors! I teased him about it all weekend.
Ok, I'll give mine. The Dios Malos show on Thursday night last year. Naked guy climbed the scaffolding on the stage all the way up to the top in one of the tents and tried to monkey bar across the stage. Went about 2 bars, and fell a good 25 feet to the ground.
They stretched him off, and I think he ended up breaking at least one of his legs if not both.
Ok, I'll give mine. The Dios Malos show on Thursday night last year. Naked guy climbed the scaffolding on the stage all the way up to the top in one of the tents and tried to monkey bar across the stage. Went about 2 bars, and fell a good 25 feet to the ground.
They stretched him off, and I think he ended up breaking at least one of his legs if not both.
I remember hearing about that
The kind of humorous part about it was, the band just shrugged it off completely and kept playing.
last year was my first roo and i would say that the treatment of the dude and his dog that hitchiked and camped till he got kicked out days before the show would be the worst thing at roo.
but on the other hand, i would have to say that a good example of roo spirt would be the inforoosters gathering funds and helping him out.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 8, 2007 18:03:35 GMT -5
Kramer....and he got SCREWED! Tobin just had a personal Hard-on for him and was hell bent on f*cking-up his plans. A bunch of us got together and bought Kramer his ticket (since they wouldn't let him work) only to find-out that he was kicked-out, pretty much, as soon as he got there. I'm not even sure what their "reason" for booting him was, but it wasn't fair. With so much attention on him, i'm sure he was on his best behavior...but Tobin and his cronies had to make their petty, childish, d*ck-waiving point!
We were sitting on the right side of the stage getting ready for Phil Lesh and Friends when 10 feet in front of this this drunk F@$! comes stumbling along pissing all over the crowd, thank gawd he missed us, then trips over his own feet and instantly passes out when he hits the ground. Someone so kindly went up and and put his pecker back in his pants for him.
So we moved to the left side of the stage and ended up meeting Jermemy the sax player from Acoustic Syndicate and partied with him through the show. What a way to end Roo!
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Post by ChiefPemperToadWigginsky on May 1, 2007 18:53:24 GMT -5
in 04 I saw this teenage dude running along side of me towards centeroo, heading to see The Dead. We weren't racing at first but I was in a funny state so i tagged him and said "you're it." and took off. He was quickly caught up to me as we darted between people, as soon as he tagged me back (we were both laughing and tired), he slammed into some chick full force. She was pissed, he was hurt but still exhilirated and everyone was wet. it was bad but also great.
we saw a girl that started out having fun and quickly progressed towards crazy. she started running around yelling. then she made this michael jordan jump to steal a frisbee in mid flight. it truly was a magical athletic accomplshment. she coulda made sports center. anyways her friends finally caught her and gave the frisbee back. then some dude. boyfriend i think, tried to settle her down. but she started pushing him in the face. and then punching him. she got away and grabbed some dudes hat and started running around with it yelling. her friends got her again and gave the hat back. then she started doing flips and somersaults. but in a dangerous way. her boyfriend held her down again. and frineds went for help. she got away, fell down and started rubbing her face into the ground in a violent way. like ripping up grass with her face. finally the medical team showed up and strapped her down on a stretcher. shot her up with something that knoced her out and hauled her away on a golf cart. kinda put a damper on the vibe for a few minutes. but was soon forgotten as the show got underway.
Last year I saw a drunk girl trip and land right in a pile of horse crap. It covered her chest and neck. Her friends just picked her up and carried her back to their tent.
Let me preface this by saying that it is SOOOO very rare to see anything bad at Bonnaroo...
but, something happened last year to give me a case of the creepies.
So i'm walking back to BFE alone basking in the afterglow of bisco late night and the whole farm was quiet (it being like 7 am) and there i was just trying to focus on my feet walking and i see there's this one lonely guy just sort of meandering toward me. I smiled at him, because I'm a friendly sort of girl and dang if he didn't mutter "free sex" as i passed him.
Now, I'm no prude but eeeeeuuuuwww!
c'mon dude, just go chat somebody up and get some.
Post by roolacksreality on May 1, 2007 20:41:29 GMT -5
I like this thread. Glad you guys revived it. This stuff is all very rare. But I think it helps newbies so they aren't shocked to see anything like this. Not that they will but there's a good chance.
Post by venusinfurs on May 1, 2007 21:05:32 GMT -5
Last year, I saw two pretty terrible things.
First off, a few minutes after we arrived on Thursday, we were walking down Shakedown street and saw this rather drugged out guy having an argument with one of the yellow-shirted 'security' people. This 'security' person was a chick and the dude was absolutely going off on her, I'm still not sure what about. Eventually, he pushed her so hard that she fell down and said, "I won't hit a woman, but I'll kick her!" In a way, it was almost funny, but at the same time, I was shocked by it.
Second off, during Tom Petty last year, a girl came wandering from the front of the audience, obviously tripping off something. She stopped right in front of me and stared at everyone around her for a minute. We all asked if she was alright right before she passed out, falling onto me as well as a few other people. This big dude who was beside me picked her up and carried her out of the crowd, but it was pretty scary.
Last year we rented an RV and a great big tour type bus parked next to us. Middle aged folk (parents?) were there along with a few college kids and a 14-15 year old girl. One guy pitched a tent between the two RV's and slept there. We talked to him one morning and seemed like a nice guy. He slept with the tent door open and the next morning the young girl was sitting by the bus watching him sleep, clearly infatuated. He got up, said "Hey" to us and the girl, and wandered off. She looked crushed. I felt bad for her. Really, that was the worst thing I saw. Poor kid. She'll get over it.
The worst sight I have seen is.... and I'm sure you all agree, is Monday morning, and seeing everyone leaving and packing up, and getting the feeling that 'its over'