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Post by Lawn Gnome on Apr 30, 2009 21:13:17 GMT -5
So, just a thought. Around Friday afternoon at every Roo I've been to (4 to date) this very distinctive smell begins to permeate the grounds. It's kind of rank, but at the same time it's the smell I associate with good times. I assume it consists of mud, B.O., urine, sweat, beer, NO NO WORD!!! smoke, and cigarette smoke. Has anyone else notices the particular odor throughout the years?
Post by Lawn Gnome on Apr 30, 2009 21:23:41 GMT -5
^ I too think not. We may have a scientific hypothesis on our hands. Is the brown Fountain water (oooohhh!) ground zero for the elusive Bonnaroo stench?
Post by nitetimeritetime on May 1, 2009 10:35:49 GMT -5
I've always wondered about people who still get in the fountain after it turns brown. But then, you see people laying on the ground ten feet from the doors of the port-o-s too, and that can't be any cleaner.
I've always wondered about people who still get in the fountain after it turns brown. But then, you see people laying on the ground ten feet from the doors of the port-o-s too, and that can't be any cleaner.
I was laying on the ground right before Willie Nelson catching some ZZZs bewteen shows. Well, during Willie the guy next to me was puking his guts out right near the ground that I was laying on.
How many people at Roo have inadvertently taken a nap in someone else's puke?
Post by nitetimeritetime on May 1, 2009 11:01:22 GMT -5
I just try not to think about that when I sit down at a stage. I'd say by Saturday the chance is about 50% that you're sitting on something vile. But if it ain't wet, it's a seat.
eeeeew.... i opened the wrong door with my fountain thoughts. Again, my apologies. If I don't think/read about it it doesn't bother me! SO - back to my world of oblivion!
^Just because you ignore it doesn't mean it's not there. As disgusting as it is when you actually DO consider the implications, the brown fountain water, like the Bonnaroo Stench, is all part of the experience
^ Oh...I absolutely agree with you on that. I just choose not to think about the fact that someone threw up where I planted my butt.
Like with restaurants... you know that there's a high chance that something extremely gross happened to you food, but unless you start thinking about it - it doesn't bother you one bit! :0)
^I remember in 07 I was walking around barefoot at the Flaming Lips (in a "modified" state of mind) and realized how squishy the ground felt underneath my feet. I started thinking about what could have caused this moisture, considering that we had a 100 year drought here in TN that year. The possibilities are endless, and all equally unpleasant.
^I remember in 07 I was walking around barefoot at the Flaming Lips (in a "modified" state of mind) and realized how squishy the ground felt underneath my feet. I started thinking about what could have caused this moisture, considering that we had a 100 year drought here in TN that year. The possibilities are endless, and all equally unpleasant.
If I had been you I would have convinced myself that someone spilled their beer there. Yeah beer, nice clean beer.
^ I would like to think that as well. I was coherent enough to know that something was amiss beneath my feet. It was like walking on a big sponge that hadn't been wrung out. But maybe it was just beer and water.....yeah, just beer and water.
^I remember in 07 I was walking around barefoot at the Flaming Lips (in a "modified" state of mind) and realized how squishy the ground felt underneath my feet. I started thinking about what could have caused this moisture, considering that we had a 100 year drought here in TN that year. The possibilities are endless, and all equally unpleasant.
I had a similar experience only the ground at Bonnaroo felt like it was made of glass and everytime I took a step I would crack it. At one point I was afraid to move too much for fear that the ground would shatter and I would fall through.