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You have to drive all night to get home so you can be at work on time, and your boyfriend is staying behind to make you do this by yourself? Please tell me you have more people in your crew...
Nope...it's just us. Sucks, doesn't it?
More than sucks, it's a matter of safety.
I love roo as much as the next person, but I can't see how staying past the headliner on Sunday is worth a loved one traveling by themselves to drive overnight. I wish he would reconsider.
Watching everyone leave on Monday always kind of makes me sad that it's over anyway. I've left on a Sunday night before and didn't feel like I missed any of the fest, honestly.
That said, I will be sending good thoughts of safe travels your way.
Post by candyflippedaround on May 22, 2009 7:58:57 GMT -5
leaving on sunday last year was pretty bad for me, not enough to say its a horror story but it was pretty awful. for one thing not being amped up about WSP made the day somewhat lackluster especially once Robert Plants set was all done. i spent most of the time after that wandering alone because everyone i was there with had already left or were going to the cinema tent to watch the bball game. i didnt have much interest in that, so i just roamed centeroo getting depressed watching all the vendors close down, stages empty and the whole place in general was just starting to fizzle.
i think i would have not felt this so strongly if i knew i was going to at least spend the night again, but instead it was just like this is it, its all over and there was very little left i could to do stretch the experience.
I love roo as much as the next person, but I can't see how staying past the headliner on Sunday is worth a loved one traveling by themselves to drive overnight. I wish he would reconsider.
Watching everyone leave on Monday always kind of makes me sad that it's over anyway. I've left on a Sunday night before and didn't feel like I missed any of the fest, honestly.
That said, I will be sending good thoughts of safe travels your way.
[glow=red,2,300]It's a Bonnaroo miracle! [/glow] My bf called last night and has changed his mind. We are now driving down and back together. He read my post and reconsidered. Thank you, sweet Inforooers, for your kind words!
1- Lakai- takes a little bit to get him, but fairly sure he rocks
2- $10 2D cards at Best Buy? Whoops... Target I am SO there tomorrow! ;D
3- Is it ironic that after reading 7 pages of Roo HORROR stories, I am even more pumped than EVER to just... BE there again?!?!?!
haha, well thank you kind sir and the horror stories get me excited too haha but I guess any story relating to bonnaroo good or bad makes me want to be there!
Post by BrokenLight on May 25, 2009 1:58:52 GMT -5
in 2005 i got lost for 4 hours trying to find my tent after trey's latenight - i only found it because the sun had come up and by this time i was sober - and those 4 hours, i spent walking around the general area of where my tent was - i must've walked by this one group about 50 times, i could hear them talking about me saying how fried and trippin i was - it pissed me off though because i wasn't fried or trippin - it was at that point that i realized not everyone's nice at bonnaroo, yeah, occasionally you'll see dbags at bonnaroo
Post by bamadancer on May 25, 2009 10:22:08 GMT -5
I don't really have any horror stories (aside from the Bonnaflu after 07..my lungs suck as it is, and that was some serious sickness), but last year after Kanye my poor boyfriend attempted to walk back to our tent in Vol camping (which is over by Pod 1, behind Centeroo). He left from the OTHER side of Centeroo (from the exit past the arch) and wound up walking around in circles, alone and completely lost, for 3 hours that night. He finally got back to camp at 7 AM and had horrible blisters all over his feet. We couldn't do any dancing at any of the shows because the poor thing could barely walk
Post by dewstar123 on May 26, 2009 12:15:35 GMT -5
i, too, suffered from the ridiculous dustaroo that was 2007. i kept a bandanna over my face almost the whole weekend and it was just caked in mud by the end. hope that doesn't happen again this year! i'm praying for rain. other than that i haven't had any horror stories, just some crazy ones!
First of all, the inaugural Roo was an amazing experience, but because it was the first year, some of the rules that we've come to know as "standard" weren't really in place, or weren't enforced at all.
For instance, there was a ban on bringing pets to the Roo since the very beginning, but I distinctly remember these kids from Alabama who were camping next to my girlfriend and I for the entire 2002 festival. These kids (when I say "kids", I mean a bunch of 19, 20, 21 year old dudes) showed up with a truck, a couple of sleeping bags, several bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey, and one of the cutest little Rottweiler puppies I've ever seen. No tent, no water, no sunscreen, nothing. They did have a water bowl for the dog, and a small bag of dog chow, but they didn't bring any food for themselves, which I found kind of interesting.
Anyway, all weekend my girl and I had been making small-talk with these people, but we really hit it off with some of our other neighbors, so we didn't really pay the kids from Alabama too much attention. Except for the fact that they kept locking their Rottweiler pup in the truck every time they went into Centeroo to see a show. With the windows barely cracked. In fact, the last time they did it, they didn't crack the window at all, and ten minutes after they went in to see whatever show they were interested in (in 98+ heat), this puppy was yapping and crying and flipped its own waterbowl over so that it had nothing to drink. Keep in mind that it was at least 98+ degrees in the sun, and A LOT hotter than that in the truck. Plus, to make matters worse, they locked the truck (we tried to open it, naturally).
So, lacking any better option, my girl and I took a small hand axe to their window, broke it, and freed the pup. We played with it for a while, then handed it to the woman manning the First Aid tent. We left a note for the kids telling them where to find it, and told the lady that if the Alabama kids didn't claim the puppy by the end of the festival, we would come back to claim it ourselves.
So, long story short, the kids came back, read the note, and went to get their puppy. Things were somewhat tense between us for the rest of the weekend, needless to say.
Second story involves the same group of kids. Later the next day, I was lying in my tent around 6:30/7:00pm, getting ready to get up and go into Centeroo, when I hear the sound of a truck starting, REALLY close to where I was lying. Then this bright red light filled the tent, and the second I sat up to see what it was, the driver's side back end of the Alabama kids' pick-up ran right through my tent. While I yelled and screamed for them to stop, the tire rolled right across the place where my head had been just a few seconds earlier. These morons almost killed me, and nearly took out three or four different tents at the same time.
The rest of the story involves me getting out of the tent and losing my marbles on the kid behind the wheel, who was drunk out of his mind, and "just wanted to move the truck" so he could get out of there after the last set. When I came back later that night, they'd all moved, taking their dehydrated little puppy with them.
What can we learn from these stories? Don't bring pets to Roo. Watch where you lay your head. Also, it's not a good idea to move your vehicle when you're intoxicated.
Anyway, I only decided to tell those two stories because...well, stuff happens. Even at the best place on Earth. So keep your heads screwed on reasonably tight, and everybody will have themselves a grand old time.
See you all down there!
-- Bonnaroo Bob
Bob thats story takes the prize bro. If it were me that hand ax would have gone through that drunk mother f-ers head after the tent incident or at the very least his front windshield. Jerkoffs like that is what ruins 'roo , not any one band, it is always the drunk people who can't handle themselves that ruin a show for me.
I don't care what you say about me, just spell my name right---P.T. Barnum "As I was walking up the stairs I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish to God he'd go away."
Post by flyphisherman on May 27, 2009 19:52:21 GMT -5
Saw a cute girl in 2003 doseing face and could barley walk. I talked to her and she said her friend gave her way to much dose and she had never tried any before, and was also lost from the campsite and it was around 3AM. So I helped her search and we found the site after a hour or so and then we burned and all was well. This story shows how it could have been a horror story if I wouldnt of helped a lost roo person. So if you see someone lost or looking to messed up for their own good, try to cool their head and talk to them sometimes being calmed is all you need.
Saw a cute girl in 2003 doseing face and could barley walk. I talked to her and she said her friend gave her way to much dose and she had never tried any before, and was also lost from the campsite and it was around 3AM. So I helped her search and we found the site after a hour or so and then we burned and all was well. This story shows how it could have been a horror story if I wouldnt of helped a lost roo person. So if you see someone lost or looking to messed up for their own good, try to cool their head and talk to them sometimes being calmed is all you need.
B'leeve it was 05 during the monsoon... we were leaving What stage and walking past the potties.. up to my knees in mud.. when I realize it is not only mud that I am walking thru. The trucks couldnt get in to clean out the portos and it was overflowing out of the johns.. .mixing with mud and rain and a bazillion people walking thru it. I got back to my tent and cried "I didnt drive 16 hours to walk thru someones feces!" UGH.. that really sucked.. there were floaties in the mud, wads of TP... it was the worst!
Post by rideincircles on Jun 5, 2009 19:48:57 GMT -5
My friend who went in 2006 spent the better part of Bonnaroo in the medical tent from heat exhaustion. Then on the way home her car started smoking, and they got out and it caught on fire and burned to a crisp. Just found that out yesterday. My other friend doesn't want to ever go back after the mud of 2004, she despised it very much.
B'leeve it was 05 during the monsoon... we were leaving What stage and walking past the potties.. up to my knees in mud.. when I realize it is not only mud that I am walking thru. The trucks couldnt get in to clean out the portos and it was overflowing out of the johns.. .mixing with mud and rain and a bazillion people walking thru it. I got back to my tent and cried "I didnt drive 16 hours to walk thru someones feces!" UGH.. that really sucked.. there were floaties in the mud, wads of TP... it was the worst!
B'leeve it was 05 during the monsoon... we were leaving What stage and walking past the potties.. up to my knees in mud.. when I realize it is not only mud that I am walking thru. The trucks couldnt get in to clean out the portos and it was overflowing out of the johns.. .mixing with mud and rain and a bazillion people walking thru it. I got back to my tent and cried "I didnt drive 16 hours to walk thru someones feces!" UGH.. that really sucked.. there were floaties in the mud, wads of TP... it was the worst!
Sorry you had such a bad experience.
But I would be willing to walk through sh!t to see Phish.
i, too, suffered from the ridiculous dustaroo that was 2007. i kept a bandanna over my face almost the whole weekend and it was just caked in mud by the end. hope that doesn't happen again this year! i'm praying for rain. other than that i haven't had any horror stories, just some crazy ones!
We've been getting PLENTY of spring rainfall here in TN this year. In 07 we had a 100 year-severe drought. Even if it didn't rain another day between now and next Monday, we still wouldn't have anything close to the infamous Dustaroo of 07.
My Bonnaroo horror story was bad for a little while and then my boyfriend saved the day. Our first year, in '06, we had gotten there pretty late Thursday night. We had a group that made it early (they were in Camp Miss Moneypenny in BFE and we got parked somewhat near day parking). Anyway the weekend went on, which was a great weekend. We were trekking back to our car which was like a 30+ minutes walk at the least (not counting the fact it was our first 'Roo and we didn't note any flags or balloons to help guide us to our car) and when we got there...no car keys. Freaked out! We called the semi-on sight locksmith who said it would be like 4 hours and like $200 and that he would call us back then. Uh...no. We called our group who had left oh about an hour before us. They were nice enough to drive back. My boyfriend remembered putting the keys in the backpack and the next morning, forgetting and dumping everything out of the pack into the trash. And you guys know how trash piles up in a central area of a camp on the last day, right? Well he ran all the way back to Camp Miss Moneypenny, miraculously finding that one bag of trash, and rescuing the keys, hence the day. He's frickin' awesome
leaving on sunday last year was pretty bad for me, not enough to say its a horror story but it was pretty awful. for one thing not being amped up about WSP made the day somewhat lackluster especially once Robert Plants set was all done. i spent most of the time after that wandering alone because everyone i was there with had already left or were going to the cinema tent to watch the bball game. i didnt have much interest in that, so i just roamed centeroo getting depressed watching all the vendors close down, stages empty and the whole place in general was just starting to fizzle.
i think i would have not felt this so strongly if i knew i was going to at least spend the night again, but instead it was just like this is it, its all over and there was very little left i could to do stretch the experience.
Had to leave during the day, BEFORE Plant!!!! Least you got to see him...
Driving home in '06 a truck cut me off and I swerved. Right into the guard rail. I was driving my moms car too, which just made it worse. But It ended up doing 9,000 dollars worth of damage to the car and my friends and I were stranded in Cave City Kentucky for three days. We almost couldnt get a hotel room because we were trying to find one that would take my dad's credit card number over the phone, finally the last one around helped us out. My parents had to come down and get us from Michigan. It took a month to fix the car and I had to drive back down to pick it up.
Looking back it wasnt too bad being stranded there, definitely saw some interesting things walking the back roads because there was nothing else to do, but I definitely wouldn't do it again. And luckily insurance covered the damage and I only had to pay 500 bucks. But still, that was pretty horrible. But it was an experience.
Post by JustSoYouKnow on Jun 6, 2009 4:54:17 GMT -5
My boyfriend got kicked in the face when a guy wasn't looking where he was going trying to chase his frisbee. My boyfriend did not get up and kick his ass, tho... that was a miracle.
Post by ParanoidAntelope on Jun 6, 2009 14:56:23 GMT -5
In 07, on Saturday night, me and my buddies left the Police show pretty early, because it sucked...so we went back to camp and were chillin, and took some doses, preparing to see the Flips later on. Well, we were just being goofy, and jokin around, kinda at my one buddies expense...nothing harsh, but a person's emotional disposition tends to be somewhat fragile in that state.
Anyways, we left to walk to Centeroo, and one of my three friends (a different one) was feeling a little too out of it to make it, so he stayed behind, which was a minor bummer in itself, but whatever, not missing Flips...and we left. So our friend, that we had been poking fun at a little, was walking pretty fast, and ahead of us the whole time, to the point that we had to actively try and keep up with him. We just thought he was kinda pissed at us, but when we were almost to Centeroo, he just sat down on the side of the path, and were like whats wrong man...and basically, he didn't even recognize us at this point.
So we're like...here man, let us help you, we'll walk you back to camp...so he's like OK. I guided him...almost akin to a blind person, about 50% of the way, when he had to take a break, because he was really starting to lose it at this point. Eventually got up and started again, until we were maybe 500 ft from camp and he just starts yelling HELP!! HELP!! in a seriously afraid way, and people were lookin at us like WTF is going on. Anyways, we get him back to camp, and for some reason (who knows, tends to happen on bad trips) he thinks hes dying. Can't recognize us whatsoever. He told me later on that he thought we were like police officers/EMTs at the scene of an accident...apparently he thought he had been hit by a car, and torn in half...so he kept trying to take his pants off to feel if his legs were still there. Long story short (long), i ended up holding his hand trying to convince him he was not dead, dying, or in danger, and missed the FLips. Bummer.
It was interesting though, when i was holding his hand and being like, youre fine man, youre not dying...because i was a bit out of my head also...and i remember the distinct sensation that I was holding my own hand, convincing myself that everything would be OK
He snapped out of it, maybe 30-45 minutes later, and when the recognition hit him, it was like a semi-truck...just instantly, back to reality...and he was super bummed that we had to miss the show for him...but this is what friends are for. Not a horror story i suppose...maybe for him, but it did put a nice dent into my fun for the weekend.
EDIT: also, we later hypothesized that the reason he freaked out was because he took the last two hits on the sly, and no one noticed. He swears he didn't, to this day, but we knew there were two left last i saw, and they were gone when we looked next morning.
“Why is marijuana against the law? It grows naturally upon our planet. Doesn't the idea of making nature against the law seem to you a bit . . . unnatural?” -Bill Hicks
Post by zenlightened on Jun 6, 2009 15:11:13 GMT -5
The first night at 2007 everything seemed to be going fine. We had went out to get our bearings, met our neighbors and hung around for a while. As we beginning to wind down for the evening the six young guys in the campsite next to us began having...problems.
One of their group had taken far too many hallucinagens and began spouting end-of-the-world style nonsense. He began screaming "It's been EONS!! Tell me the answer!!" For a good couple of hours. His friends were trying to calm him down but he began getting violent. "My parents aren't here, they must be dead! We're all that's left! We're all going to die!" and so forth.
This went on for a few hours, with the guy wandering around the nearby tents screaming about the end of the world, the answer, the eons, and whatnot. He actually came by our campsite and bent up the poles to our shade tent. I calmly redirected him back to his campsite...He seemed to snap out of it for a second, apologizing to me...But as soon as I left he started screaming about "IT'S BEEN EONS!!" again.
By morning he had calmed down. I passed out drunk at some point so I'm not sure how long he was like that. However, that guy did not move not one inch from his hammock the entire time after that. He didn't go see a single show from what I was told. His brain overloaded or something.
On the last day he seemed to be back to normal and we talked to him for a bit. Poor guy, blew away the whole weekend just to freak out for one night. It was pretty horrific.
I laughed a couple of times reading through this whole thread, (skipping over family at roo tangent), but this last post had me howling. The last bit where he quiets down and then the "IT'S BEEN EONS!!" coming back was hilarious. Could use the laugh, thank you.
My biggest horror was hanging out on our grass mats further back at Radiohead and this group comes sitting down with a guy and he's clearly not well off. I'm distracted by him but not ready to ask my friend to get up and move until he pulls up the side of his shorts and starts taking a leak where he is sitting.
Without alerting my group I looked him in the eye and said, "That is FOWL." Then turned to my friend and said "It is time to leave." We grabbed our grass mats out of the way and scooted into the crowd. We ended up finding friends and a great place to stand, so perhaps pee guy was a sign.
I am SO there tomorrow! ;D
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