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Post by ☮ superbek ☮ on Jun 6, 2012 12:23:59 GMT -5
Not gonna lie.... I got them Bonnablues.
It happens every year. I close my eyes and I can SEE it all... the ferris wheel with the fire tower is standing proud in the background and I know that Matt's tree is just beyond the wall. The Bobbleheads across the way and oversized fireflies remind me of exactly where I stand. The lights of What Stage flicker across the night sky over a sea of glowsticks with the arch there to provide the ultimate landmark, visible even in my mind's eye. A slight haze of dust looms over the grounds while hulahoops twirl for hours and frisbees sail in small grassy areas.
More over, I can HEAR it and I will for days even upon my return home. The sound of music is everywhere be it someone's campsite or a nearby lemonade stand. Generators hum along with my walk down Broadway which provides a soundtrack of happiness with laughter, drug induced ramblings, and gravel crunching beneath tires. Suddenly, I can hear the mid-afternoon scores from That Tent on the other side of the fence, 50 more feet and now I can eavesdrop on Which Stage while I wait in line to be checked through the gate ("Open your bags! No glass! Empty your pockets, we'll move faster!"). Finally, I break free to the other side feeling accomplished and thirsty for more of... well, everything really.
I wander around, no purpose really, just trying to see what I can see when I stumble upon the fountain. I take a seat and watch as the water plops to the ground only to re-surface again and again. People walk in and out and I can almost feel their relief as they step into the water against the heat. I re-call meeting up with kdogg in 2009 on Thursday night in that very spot while we talked and then walked around, excited for the weekend ahead. Late afternoon signals my chance to catch a nap before the madness of night ensues so I set out on the mini quest for shade before its too late.
While I lay there I can SMELL it, too... carnival food and patchouli fills my nostrils while I'm surrounded by the scent of ganja and body odor of myself and everyone around me. I re-call the foul smell of port-o-potties and horse manure on the way back to camp although I am perfectly content with it all.
I open my eyes and realize that I'm not there. I'm here. At work. In Knoxville. No pre-roo planning, no excitement... quite the opposite actually. The music I hear is pre-recorded and streaming from Pandora, not the soundboard. Sounds of laughter and fun have been replaced with keyboard pecking and copy machines. The smell of port-o-potties has been defeated only by the smell of microwave fish wavering in the break room. My stint of happiness now seems rather depressing.
Yes, Bonnaroo... you are so close that I can TASTE you but this year I cannot TOUCH you. Maybe someday I will be back but until then, Bonnaroo can exist only in my dreams.
Welcome back to Tennessee, y'all! I will miss you once again this year but so glad for you and your good time (I think the French call that a "bonnaroo"? )!
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