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In 06 on Thurdsay morning me and my two buddies were waiting in line on one of the roads leading to the entrance. I had my ticket in my lap in anticipation of handing it over. Well, this truck behind us had their brights on so I got out to ask them to turn them off.

I get back in my car and we inch forward for about 20 minutes when I realize, my ticket is gone. The first thing I remember was that I had it in my lap when I got out. Needless to say I freaked, jumped outta my car, and started looking under cars for my ticket. I was running up and down the road for over an hour, searching the ditch and asking folks if they saw a ticket in the road. No luck.

I gave up hope and decided to buy another ticket and worry about the cash later. But the only guy I found selling tickets was charging $300 each. So, sad and dejected, I start to walk the mile or so back to my car to tell my friends we have to wait till I can get a ticket. About half way there I see a familiar figure walking my way. It's my friend Phillip and he has a huge grin on his face. He screams "We found it!" I have never jumped up and down so much in my life. I start running and yelling "We found it!" to all the people I had met and then they started yelling "He found it!" real Willy Wonka style. Oh and the funny thing, my ticket was in the car the whole time, between the seats.

I've got a good one.

We got into Bonnaroo last year around six o'clock or so after sitting in traffic for about four hours. We set up camp, got the folding chairs out, and sat around and smoked cigarettes for awhile. I was flipping through the schedule when I noticed MGMT was playing soon, a band I wanted to see. Everyone else wasn't leaving until Dark Star Orchestra played so I set off. The first thing that happened to me when I got the the entrance of Centeroo was some guy with a messenger bag coming up to me and offering me LSD. I thought "Hey, I'm at Bonnaroo" so I went ahead and bought three hits for eight dollars each.
I was fine until I got past security at the main gates. When I got inside Centeroo I began having really strange sensations in my body and was feeling completely mesmerized by all the bright lights around me. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I tripped and fell somewhere, and got a bit of a gash on my arm that was bleeding profusely. This is when the poop hit the fan.
I started freaking out. The sky went blood red and crowds of people suddenly turned into pale skinned red eyed demons. I ran, desperately trying to find the exit to get out of centeroo, when I heard my phone ring. I pulled it out and answered it. It was my father. As I desperately searched for exodus he asked me how I was doing and if we made it there okay, but I was too terrified to speak properly, I began yelling gibberish into the phone. My dad tried to coax me over the phone, but my mom got scared and said "Your movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror, if anything I knew that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it. You homes! To Bel Air!".I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

back in '07, my buddy and i had gone back to camp to drink just before Tool. we downed an entire mini keg between the two of us in the course of an hour, so we decided to head back and catch the tail end of Tool before heading on over to Superjam. i had to pee as we were leaving camp, but i figured it could wait til we got into Centeroo. i was very wrong. we arrived at the gate to Centeroo only to find out that there was a couple thousand people trying to get through a gate where there was only one attendant, and we were directly in the middle of the crowd. we didn't move from our spot for 15 minutes and my bladder was about to burst. i've never had to relieve myself more in my entire life. we couldn't see what the holdup was so my friend, who was much bigger than me, picked me up several times to see above everyone and find out what's going on. everyone around us was staring up at me attentively hoping to hear the report. i yelled out, "it's moving over that way!", which created this huge shift of people to the right. meanwhile, back on the ground now, my face was all screwed up and i was doing the pee-pee break dance. everyone around us knew there was a problem and i told them that i was on the verge of whipping my stuff out and peeing right then and there. everyone was nice enough to let me cut ahead of them in like so i could get to the port-a-potties. finally, after about a half hour, i made it into the park and immediately was on a dead sprint for the port-a-potties. i missed all of Tool, but I created a good memory for my friend and I at our first trip to the farm.

Last year was mine and my wife's first Roo. We went with a friend that went in '07. We figured that we was more seasoned than us and he could show us the ropes. We drove from New Jersey and planned to stop in Virginia so left on Tuesday night at around 8:00pm... as we were crossing the state line into Pennsylvania at about 11:00pm, a trucker was flashing his lights telling me to pull over. We did and he said that there were sparks coming from under the wheel of our 30' travel trailer! A quick look under the trailer, and we found a broken leaf spring dragging and making sparks.... a closer look showed that the tire was rubbing under the wheel well... We were stuck! Luckily we were right near a rest area... so we pulled in there and I started taking the broken leaf spring off and go that done at about 12:30am and went to sleep in the trailer.... woke up at 6:00am and found and drove to the nearest RV store and sat in the parking lot until they opened at 8:00 am.. bought a new leaf spring and rushed back to the rest area and had it installed and we were rolling along again at 12:00 noon... we made it to the campground in Virginia 12 hours later than planned but we got back on track the next morning and got on line in Manchester at about 1:00pm Thursday!

So After about 5 hours in line, we get set up at around 6:00 pm... the Trailer doesn't take much to set up so we mix a few drinks and begin the cool down process... after a couple drinks and "smokes" we head into Centeroo to catch MGMT.... Wife and friend head into the crowd while I hang back and these 2 guys offer me some more "smoke" and I partake... so about 1/2 hour into MGMT's set I realize that the Combo of waking up at 3am, all the driving, the drinks and the smoke started to all come together and I Needed to sleep right then! so I took about 20 steps backwards, set my back pack up as a pillow and snoozed until 12:00am at which point I went grabbed a REALLY expensive slice of pizza and went to see Dark Star Orchestra...

Meanwhile wife and friend have no idea about me so they go exploring the campsites and get lost! After searching for the trailer for an hour Friend decides to throw tantrum and says he is going to sleep right where they were in the road! They were 3 sites away from the trailer!!!

I am counting the days!!! My vacation time has been approved and the tickets are paid for!!!

Okay, I was waiting for my friends to come out of the portapotties after Pearl Jam. We were going to stake out a spot for Kanye because we REALLY wanted to see him "glow in the dark". So I'm twirling three glow necklaces around because all of a sudden I REALLY was enjoying the way the looked. All of a sudden, one of the necklaces hits me in the EYE, flinging my contact lens out of my eye!! By the grace of bonnaroo, it landed on my forearm. I noticed it and couldn't decide if I should try to "lick and stick" it back in my eye or walk around with only one good eye for the rest of the night.

My friends come out of the portas, ask me what the heck I'm doing, and I try to explain what had happened but nothing is making sense. I fling all of our stuff (blankets, backpacks, glow necklaces, etc) at them and run half way across the field with the contact still on my arm. I finally stop, sit down, put the contact back in my eye, and I wait for my friends like nothing happened. Most random and memorable part of the trip for me not counting musical performances.

Excellent bump, I can't believe this is only 4 pages long...

My first year in 2008 I went in with an old friend of mine... As we were setting up our tent, this raver girl comes up and offers us some fresh corn, but we decline as we aren't hungry yet. I continue to run into this girl multiple times throughout the festival, and she always ran away as soon as she saw me... Probably thought I was stalking her! Saturday rolls around and she comes wandering back through our camp, completely space cased, asking us who had the keys for my car... We advise her that driving would be a bad idea, because we were parked in the middle of thousands of people. She asks me to draw her a picture, and runs off never to be seen again.

Meeting the Gypsy Hendrix hanging out on shakedown playing his Strat!

Kanye was kind of interesting, I got to hang out with some cuties : )

OH, and the girl whom I came with, ended up getting married to our camp neighbors like two years later! pretty crazy. We're all gonna be back this year!

sounds like an excellent time in 09'
hope roo 12' is somewhere in the ball park of this story

Here's a story:
2007 (1st year) - My friends and I had had an okay time fer the first three days. It was a good experience we felt on Saturday night, but it might not really be somethin' to do again. Sunday mornin' comes and of course it's still hot as all get out, so we're up by 7:30am. Me and one friend had a 750ml bottle each left that we decided to polish off as soon as possible to go out with a bang and forget all the money we spent on adventures that never worked.
Then by noon we were out of liquor. And some kindly folks passed on through our camp. And then the our real adventure of Bonnaroo began. We walked into Centeroo, and my drinkin' buddy just ran off into the crowds. I was pretty worried about him bein' on his own in a sea of some 80,000 people, but we couldn't realistically look fer him and all of our phones were dead.
Wolfmother's set blew my mind. They literally set the sky on fire. And that was okay. Later I almost got into a fight with a giant lightbulb. My friends and I had a crazy time that last day. We all reunited back at camp after too many adventures to tell in one post some six hours later. That was the day that made Bonnaroo the amazin' place that it is.