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Post by oatmealschnappz on Apr 29, 2007 13:57:27 GMT -5
^Hopefully none of us will see any this year either. You need a decent ammount of rain before it shows up. I'm hoping for a warm, dry, bounceless Bonnaroo.
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2002 = no mud. 2003 had some mud due to rains soaking the site in the days leading up to Bonnaroo, and then after the late night downpour following the flaming lips it got worse. 2004 was by far the worst, almost completley ruined Bonnaroo that year. Many people left sunday in 2004. And believe the others when they tell you that you DO NOT want it to rain enough to create mud. It's horrendous. It makes it almost unbearable.
But that leads me to a story about the mud in 2003. Walking between the What Stage and Which stage, there was this enormous puddle of mud, easily 35 feet in diameter. Directly in the center of this mud was some poor Wookie who was clearly spun out of his gourd. He was covered head to toe in mud, but I could see his eyes and he was well beyond the grasp of reason. He was stumbling around through the mud, unable to walk in a straight line. He had this look on his face like "I've fallen into mud-world and I can't get out." I would've helped the poor guy, but I could tell I would end up covered in mud just like him trying to get him out. I did walk by there later in the day and he was gone, hopefully to the "chillout tent."
YAAAAAAAY!!!!!!! BOUNCY MUD!!!!!!!!! I LOVE BOUNCY MUD!!!!! No seriously, probably one of the craziest moments of my entire life!!! 03 was my favorite year
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Post by freedomofmusic on Apr 29, 2007 20:12:31 GMT -5
Bouncy mud is a treat. I welcome bouncy mud.
Imagine a wet mud puddle that is walked over thousands of times so all of the surface water is squished out. I guess the sun and high temps helps speed the evaporation on the surface, but underneath the dry, smoothe, thick, rubbery crust is a gummy mixture of still wet mud. Feels a bit like walking on a trampoline.
Post by roolacksreality on Apr 30, 2007 15:35:31 GMT -5
I didn't see much of this last year. Or the year before. But my friend who went in '04 said the weekend was like a damn monsoon that ruined the terrain. The rain ruined all his stuff but he stuck it out and left Monday morning.
Post by Bob Noxious on Apr 30, 2007 15:50:45 GMT -5
The bouncy mud was really, really, novel but we are supposed to have a drought around here this summer. The year it rained a lot at Bonnaroo really sucked. You don't want rain or mud wrestling...trust me. people were leaving early, RVs were stuck, I saw one turned over. Overflowing port-o-pottys ran into the mud puddles (ponds). That was the year the port-os had crap 10 inches high over the top rim ....unbelievable. The mud actually stank and I am sure it was like the worlds largest collection of Staphylococcus outside of Nicaragua. I had to have my car towed out by a tractor. I was afraid it would be the last Bon.
The coolest thing though were the islands of lost flip-flops and shoes. Hundreds of orphaned flip-flops.
Word of advice...just in case...bring a pair of cheap rubber boots.
Worst of all, this was the first point at which CROC shoes were introduced in Coffee County (Manchester). Those scourge shoes and knockoffs are part of the uniform of the idiot class around here. i mean, you see a pair of CROCS....you are probably looking at a WAL-MART enthusiast.
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Post by earthisbig on Apr 30, 2007 16:43:30 GMT -5
In 2005 I noticed about 100 people, maybe more, making a big circle. Every so often there would be a big roar and people would start cheering. I walked over and was like "what is everybody looking at." It seemed like everybody was just looking at a big puddle of mud. Then some dude, without noticing all the people, walked through the crowd and into the mud. It was nearly waist deep. When he stepped in he sunk and then did a face plant. The whole crowd started cheering. it was hilarious. I stood around for a few minutes and watched at least three more people do the same thing. that was Thursday night of my first bonnaroo. I said to myself "this is gonna be a cool weekend."
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*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by oatmealschnappz on May 1, 2007 0:23:01 GMT -5
vol said:
Worst of all, this was the first point at which CROC shoes were introduced in Coffee County (Manchester). Those scourge shoes and knockoffs are part of the uniform of the idiot class around here. i mean, you see a pair of CROCS....you are probably looking at a WAL-MART enthusiast.
What a stupid ass thing to say! While many Wal-Mart "enthusiasits" may own and wear Crocs, saying that they are the "uniform of the idiot class" is...well, idiotic. That is exactly the same as saying that everytime you see a Grateful Dead shirt, you are looking at a worthless burn-out. Are things in your world that simple? That "black and white"? That simplisticly wrong? If so, i'd hate to hear about your other ignorant, prejudicial stereotypes. Again, THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER READ! I LOVE my Crocs! They are comfortable shoes, plain and simple. Lightweight, comfortable shoes are very important at Bonnaroo. That's all that really matters, isn't it? Or is your closed-minded, ultra-hip scenster image too inflated to understand that not everyone at Roo is concerned with pleasing your fashion standards? Maybe some people don't share your superior opinions on footwear but, does that make them "white trash"? Because, let's face it, that is EXACTLY what you were trying to imply!
I haven't stepped foot in a Wal-Mart in many years. Can you say the same?
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Worst of all, this was the first point at which CROC shoes were introduced in Coffee County (Manchester). Those scourge shoes and knockoffs are part of the uniform of the idiot class around here. i mean, you see a pair of CROCS....you are probably looking at a WAL-MART enthusiast.
What a stupid ass thing to say! While many Wal-Mart "enthusiasits" may own and wear Crocs, saying that they are the "uniform of the idiot class" is...well, idiotic. That is exactly the same as saying that everytime you see a Grateful Dead shirt, you are looking at a worthless burn-out. Are things in your world that simple? That "black and white"? That simplisticly wrong? If so, i'd hate to hear about your other ignorant, prejudicial stereotypes. Again, THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER READ! I LOVE my Crocs! They are comfortable shoes, plain and simple. Lightweight, comfortable shoes are very important at Bonnaroo. That's all that really matters, isn't it? Or is your closed-minded, ultra-hip scenster image too inflated to understand that not everyone at Roo is concerned with pleasing your fashion standards? Maybe some people don't share your superior opinions on footwear but, does that make them "white trash"? Because, let's face it, that is EXACTLY what you were trying to imply!
I haven't stepped foot in a Wal-Mart in many years. Can you say the same?
Eh, don't let him get to you. He just probably hasn't experienced the comfyness of crocs. Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, buddy!
Come on man, wink or no wink, you post something that you fully anticipate a strong reaction too......then call the expected reaction an act of the "idiot class" ? That aint cool.
On topic, the bouncy mud is like one of those kids blow up tramps made out of sand = awesome!! and truely unique to Bonnaroo. (As far as I know)
In 2005 I noticed about 100 people, maybe more, making a big circle. Every so often there would be a big roar and people would start cheering. I walked over and was like "what is everybody looking at." It seemed like everybody was just looking at a big puddle of mud. Then some dude, without noticing all the people, walked through the crowd and into the mud. It was nearly waist deep. When he stepped in he sunk and then did a face plant. The whole crowd started cheering. it was hilarious. I stood around for a few minutes and watched at least three more people do the same thing. that was Thursday night of my first bonnaroo. I said to myself "this is gonna be a cool weekend."
Are you sure that wasnt 04? I remember the big "invisible" puddle under the arch. Invisible meaning that there were all those wood chips flaoting on top of the water and you could not "see" the puddle.
Everytime someone would step into it (yes, I was guilty as well, took the fall for my group!) they would sink to thier waist and everyone would cheer!
I should have known when we walked up to it, that something was up when I saw NO ONE walking directly under the arch. All I saw was an opening in the people and i was going to take it! PLUNGE!!! And as I am standing in waist deep water, I turn around and there are my group members standing there laughing at me!
I actually LOVED the mud, but only because I'd forgotten to pull my Bean boots out of my trunk -- direct access straight thru the gargantuan pools of festering bonnarrhea.
And I'd never seen Crocs before 2004 -- the place that sold 'em in Centeroo had a pile of discarded shoes and sandals larger than 4 feet high! (There's now a pair in my closet, size 13 & orange. Wife hates 'em).