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Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 9, 2007 21:14:51 GMT -5
Hello everyone, I worked in the main information booth last year and took my service dog Poncho (he goes most everywhere I do) a friend I met named Wallace took some pictures as we made the rounds at Bonnaroo, and made up a storyline to go with them. This is fictional and no Chihuahua's were harmed in any way. The story was originally posted on the Jam fan forum site forums.jamfanforum.com/jff/ but I thought it might be fun to post it here. It is 37 short chapters long, I'll post them one at a time.
Chapter 1. MEET PONCHO
Poncho spends most of his days under the employment of Ziggy. As a service animal he keeps a constant awareness of the surroundings of his employer. As far as jobs go he couldn't be happier, but just like everyone else, he needs a vacation every now and then. So he saved up his money and in a weird twist of fate, employed Ziggy as HIS personal man slave for a trip to the newly named Ponnaroo. In the weeks to come, we will follow said Poncho ( know to most as Mr. P ) and his "eager to serve" man slave as they take to the grounds of Manchester. The ups and downs will reach incredible peaks as Mr.P tries to let loose, shed some fur, and bark out some of life's little happenings.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 9, 2007 21:20:44 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Mr.P in KOA
As Mr.P makes his way to the music festival, his super sense of smell picks up a faint odor he often smells at the office. Now that he is officially on vacation he decides to let his tongue down. He looks in the direction that the smell is coming from and what does he see? Is that a pond with a Wave in it?
Join us next time as Mr.P must choose just how much reckless fun he can have and still maintain in control.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 9, 2007 21:29:27 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Off His Guard.
With eyes that could melt the ice caps, Mr.P easily makes friends with the group he walks up on. These guys may look like trouble makers but they quickly turn to putty over their new friend and ask him to join in on some aroma therapy. For the first time Mr. P actually feels like he's on vacation. He easily jumps in on conversation after conversation. Going laugh for laugh with these guys is no cake walk, but our furry friend holds his own and is embraced as their newest brother, but what is that they're bringing over now? " Oh sh_t, I don't know guys."
Will Mr.P join his friends in a toast, or has this group of rif-raff gone too far. Find out next time on Ponnaroo.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 9, 2007 21:51:40 GMT -5
Chapter 4: It Starts
Mr.P can not resist the charms of a certain KOAer and against his better judgment drinks from the boy's cup. It is only after he has consumed the drink, and dealt with the fiery course it ran through his body, that Wavy tells him that he calls the person who gave him the drink " Satan's Brother." Mr.P's eyes hold a wide stare as he looks upon young Wallace. This stare has no love in it as he tries to figure out why this man would drink this stuff. Then, as if this demon of a man was counting the seconds in his head, he smiles widely at our fury friend. "What's happening?" he thinks, and yet the man's smile grows even stronger. Then it happened. "WOW, What a great feeling I've discovered." He quickly wipes the evil stare from his eyes and asks young Wallace to give him more. " I've made me a NEW friend."
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 10, 2007 8:06:11 GMT -5
Chapter 5: Crash and Burn
Mr.P soon finds that there are certain side-effects to his new friend Jose, as he does a beautiful four leg stagger across the grass. His new brothers watch in amusement as Mr.P tries to remain in control of his equilibrium. But as everyone else at KOA all ready knew, there is NO controlling a tequila buzz. The beast takes hold of Mr.P only feet away from his original position and our furry friend collapses under it's control.
Will Poncho survive his unchained partying and make it to Bonnaroo, or has the beast claimed yet another life. Find out next time on Ponnaroo.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 10, 2007 15:00:40 GMT -5
Chapter 6: Nurse Sam The next day Mr.P awoke with the hangover of all hangovers. His head was keeping a horrible beat in his head that could only be compared to the rhythm's of Radiohead. His stomach felt like an overly active boy scout learning to tie knots for the first time. "What the hell happened to me?" he wondered as he tried once again to focus his eyes. "Am I dying?" He tries to stand but his legs refuse to cooperate. Just as he is about to give up and let death take him, he sees a red blur approaching him. " You don't look so good Mr. P." the blur says. Mr.P raises his head ever so slightly and whimpers..." help..me." For the rest of the day the blur helps Mr.P recover from his hangover, and as the sun starts to set his eyes begin to focus on the blur. " Sam?" he asks. " Yeah P its me. You ok?" Mr.P rolls on his side and says," Yeah. Just keep Wallace and his devil juice away from me."
Now that Mr.P has recovered he will be on his way. Tune in next time as Mr.P enters Bonnaroo.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 10, 2007 20:37:50 GMT -5
Hello Colin, I'm so glad I finally made it over here. It kind of feels like walking into a party and running into a bunch of old friends! Are you going to the crossroads festival in Chicago?
*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 wizardofwonder on Apr 11, 2007 7:39:32 GMT -5
Chapter 7: The Arrival
Though the road was long and hard, Mr. P never gave up. That is until he got right out side of the gates. After all he has been through he just couldn't seem to muster up the strength to make it inside. But wait!!!! " I forgot about Ziggy! Get your ass over here and pick me up." Mr.P couldn't believe he had forgotten about his personal man-slave. " Through the gates slave!!."
He's made it at last, but don't worry my faithful readers the journey is not over. Oh, no no no , in fact, the journey has just begun.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 11, 2007 10:02:15 GMT -5
Chapter 8: The Music
Mr.P could not believe he finally made it. There is so much he wants to do, but first things first," I'm in serious need of some music." Though there was no one playing at that time he had heard of, he did run across a few bands that struck a cord with him. " Ahh. This is the life, but tell me something Zig. What's this 'Shake Down Street' I keep hearing about?"
Hello Colin...Are you going to the crossroads festival in Chicago?
No, I do just two solo trips a year, one festival and one retreat so Roo is my one-off this year (though my 14 year old wants me to take him to Ozzfest...need an escape plan for that one).
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 11, 2007 23:00:39 GMT -5
Ozzfest is kind of a trip, I have a friend who is a huge Ozzy fan. Well, he's a really skinny, rather small guy, who likes Ozzy alot. I went a couple of times and saw some good bands, and a few that were not as good. Take the kid, it will be fun! Not if it means missing bonnaroo though.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 11, 2007 23:03:54 GMT -5
Chapter 9: Shakedown Street
Once "Shakedown Street" had been explained to Mr.P his legs were in motion. He darts passed the gates, hair rippling in the wind, moving at speeds that leave his man-slave in a jet stream behind him. Our furry friend is on his way with a pocket full of Ponny snacks and isn't coming back until he gets what he wants. Light whispers were heard on the winds of V.I.P. as he zooms bye. ( " Lucky dog, lucky dog, I'm a lucky dog." )
As our chapters hit the double digits, Mr.P will be in GA. Tune in next time to see if P has the barter skills to get what he wants.
i love dogs. i have two. Sophia is a neopolitan mastiff and weighs 120lbs she i the coolst dog. i think she would fit in with the environment of roo do well. i think they should have a dog friendly fest.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 12, 2007 10:22:28 GMT -5
Thanks amantesuena and crazykittensmile. zachattack, I only know of one and it is really a huge private party for 4000 people. I do understand the issues involved though and it's probably for the best, that as a general rule dogs are not allowed at festivals. I've had to break up a few dog fights at the Black Mountain Folk Festival when I worked there, and dog fights freak out all the people who witness them and really, really freak me out when I have to break them up!
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 12, 2007 10:52:06 GMT -5
Chapter 10: You Better Shop Around
"What a wonderful place." Mr.P has made his way into GA and is going on a shopping spree. " I thought the booths on the inside had nice things." Mr.P's eyes grow wide as he gazes upon the never ending rows of "entrepreneurs". Just as he is about to pull out his Ponny Snacks he notices the looks he is getting from all the women. Then it dawns on him. His wide-eyed look of amazement has struck a "Too Cute" cord in all these women. " Ooh. This will be easier than I thought." Mr.P finds a awe struck female and makes his way to her booth. With his cutest puppy dog face he looks into her eyes and says," Ma'am, Can you help me?"
If Mr.P can't get what he needs, the terrorists win. ( This last line is just an inside joke and not part of the story.)
Next time on Ponnaroo: Mr.P finds out not everything you get on Shakedown is good.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 12, 2007 14:56:03 GMT -5
Chapter 11: The Trouble Within.
Mr.P found lots of goodies on Shakedown and has packed the various baggies on his man-slave. He no sooner re-enters the gate to Bonnaroo when a bubbling begins in his belly." Ooohh. I don't feel so good. I think that hippie gave me a bad grilled cheese." Mr. P frantically looks for the closest bathroom." Oh Shit. I hope I can hold it." Mr.P is no exception to the long lines of the Port-o-lets and falls victim to a common festival experience. The Porta Dance.
Can he hold it? Yeah. Will he? Well I hate to spoil it but since there is no picture of him using the bathroom ( even dogs get privacy, plus, does anyone REALLY want to see that? I think not) I feel safe in telling you that he DID infact make it. Join us next time as I pull more storyline out of my..... hat.