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We flew in one year and CMA was the same weekend so we spent out time waiting in the airport trying to decide who was going to Roo and who was going to CMA. Would have been better if we had more booze
One of my favorite things is the ever-increasing amount of Roo-goers that you see on the way there. You might see a car or two full of camping gear several states away and wonder "Hmm, I wonder if they're going to Roo too". Then you get a little closer and you start to see the wristbands on drivers, and then you hit Tennessee and every other car seems to be filled to the brim with bags and gear and positive vibes. That's when I start to feel the magic. The Farm is a place that makes me start to ponder the existence of magic, and a nonhyperbolic, more-serious-than-I'd-like-to-admit kind of way. The Feeling...it becomes palpable. From all over the globe this farm in the middle of nowhere attracts people like a supermagnet, and for many, there is a feeling of being drawn, compelled - willed, even - to the Farm. Then the next few days pass in an apex of excitement; a days-long orgasm of music and adventure in the midst of a vibrant and ecstatic In Here that gently releases into to the exhausted denouement of The Ride Home. For me, it's absolutely surreal. I started getting the tinglies a week or two ago, upon the realization that there's really no more planning to do...most of my stuff is bought and perhaps packed, I've got my schedule set and ride figured out; all that remains is the weeklong acid come up as the peak slowly approaches, holding an infinity of unique experiences inside - God, I love this feeling. I can't wait to see you all.
I feel like I need a cigarette after reading that
It's true though. We drive north up I-75 through Atlanta before it meets I-24 in Chattanooga and the increasing number of Bonnaroo bound vehicles really builds the excitement. Last year my husband and I drove up from central Georgia and as soon as we got on the interstate in a little city called Macon we were driving right next to a car with the iconic triple 'O' scribbled on their rear window. We exchanged peace sign gestures and smiles and knew instantly that we were truly on our way home.
One of my favorite things is the ever-increasing amount of Roo-goers that you see on the way there. You might see a car or two full of camping gear several states away and wonder "Hmm, I wonder if they're going to Roo too". Then you get a little closer and you start to see the wristbands on drivers, and then you hit Tennessee and every other car seems to be filled to the brim with bags and gear and positive vibes. That's when I start to feel the magic. The Farm is a place that makes me start to ponder the existence of magic, and a nonhyperbolic, more-serious-than-I'd-like-to-admit kind of way. The Feeling...it becomes palpable. From all over the globe this farm in the middle of nowhere attracts people like a supermagnet, and for many, there is a feeling of being drawn, compelled - willed, even - to the Farm. Then the next few days pass in an apex of excitement; a days-long orgasm of music and adventure in the midst of a vibrant and ecstatic In Here that gently releases into to the exhausted denouement of The Ride Home. For me, it's absolutely surreal. I started getting the tinglies a week or two ago, upon the realization that there's really no more planning to do...most of my stuff is bought and perhaps packed, I've got my schedule set and ride figured out; all that remains is the weeklong acid come up as the peak slowly approaches, holding an infinity of unique experiences inside - God, I love this feeling. I can't wait to see you all.
I feel like I need a cigarette after reading that
It's true though. We drive north up I-75 through Atlanta before it meets I-24 in Chattanooga and the increasing number of Bonnaroo bound vehicles really builds the excitement. Last year my husband and I drove up from central Georgia and as soon as we got on the interstate in a little city called Macon we were driving right next to a car with the iconic triple 'O' scribbled on their rear window. We exchanged peace sign gestures and smiles and knew instantly that we were truly on our way home.
Last year I ended up following another Louisiana tag all the way from Mississippi to Tennessee. I did run into some Louisiana folk in centeroo, but never found out if it was them.
I have not been able to shut up about it to my co-workers, friends, and family. I definitely have that feeling flowing through my veins, but reading through all these posts is making it that much more intense and this week that much more unbearable.
I have not been able to shut up about it to my co-workers, friends, and family. I definitely have that feeling flowing through my veins, but reading through all these posts is making it that much more intense and this week that much more unbearable.
Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone I know is already tired if hearing about it, but I CAN'T STOP.
I have not been able to shut up about it to my co-workers, friends, and family. I definitely have that feeling flowing through my veins, but reading through all these posts is making it that much more intense and this week that much more unbearable.
Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone I know is already tired if hearing about it, but I CAN'T STOP.
Ha yeah it gets to the point where I can tell people are tuning me out and saying shut the fuck up (in their head), but I don't even care. I am far too excited to care.
Post by nakedChiliPepper on Jun 5, 2014 0:46:02 GMT -5
Everything I do lately keeps getting dedicated to bonnaroo... My walk to work is bonnaroo practice, drum circle is bonnaroo practice, every meal is bonnaroo fuel, going to church because God is at bonnaroo and I want to be ready to get down with her, going to yoga for bonnaroo, fighting a cold for bonnaroo, sleeping to rest up for bonnaroo, jogging to get in shape for bonnaroo, dance practice for bonnaroo, mountain hike for bonnaroo, counting down the last showers before bonnaroo, and of course, listening to music is just doing homework... You get the drift.
Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone I know is already tired if hearing about it, but I CAN'T STOP.
Ha yeah it gets to the point where I can tell people are tuning me out and saying shut the fuck up (in their head), but I don't even care. I am far too excited to care.
Yeah. A lot of my work involves having my back toward anyone who strikes up a conversation... I can feel the eye rolls and regret... But I'm about to see one band I didn't think possible and a bunch of other amazing acts plus meet up with a community of awesome.
So in a singsongy voice I proclaim: DON'T CAAAAARE!
I have not been able to shut up about it to my co-workers, friends, and family. I definitely have that feeling flowing through my veins, but reading through all these posts is making it that much more intense and this week that much more unbearable.
Everyone I work with has stopped talking to me. We have nothing to talk about, because I'm going to Bonnaroo and they are not.
Seriously, this time next week we will be there! I can't wait to do my annual arrive, park my car, fall to the ground and give the earth a big hug - then proceed to scurry about setting up camp.
Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone I know is already tired if hearing about it, but I CAN'T STOP.
Ha yeah it gets to the point where I can tell people are tuning me out and saying shut the fuck up (in their head), but I don't even care. I am far too excited to care.
And then you come back and you want to tell everyone about your experience for the next year. It's never-ending, really.
Then the next few days pass in an apex of excitement; a days-long orgasm of music and adventure in the midst of a vibrant and ecstatic In Here that gently releases into to the exhausted denouement of The Ride Home.
all that remains is the weeklong acid come up as the peak slowly approaches, holding an infinity of unique experiences inside - God, I love this feeling. I can't wait to see you all.
One of my favorite things is the ever-increasing amount of Roo-goers that you see on the way there. You might see a car or two full of camping gear several states away and wonder "Hmm, I wonder if they're going to Roo too". Then you get a little closer and you start to see the wristbands on drivers, and then you hit Tennessee and every other car seems to be filled to the brim with bags and gear and positive vibes. That's when I start to feel the magic. The Farm is a place that makes me start to ponder the existence of magic, and a nonhyperbolic, more-serious-than-I'd-like-to-admit kind of way. The Feeling...it becomes palpable. From all over the globe this farm in the middle of nowhere attracts people like a supermagnet, and for many, there is a feeling of being drawn, compelled - willed, even - to the Farm. Then the next few days pass in an apex of excitement; a days-long orgasm of music and adventure in the midst of a vibrant and ecstatic In Here that gently releases into to the exhausted denouement of The Ride Home. For me, it's absolutely surreal. I started getting the tinglies a week or two ago, upon the realization that there's really no more planning to do...most of my stuff is bought and perhaps packed, I've got my schedule set and ride figured out; all that remains is the weeklong acid come up as the peak slowly approaches, holding an infinity of unique experiences inside - God, I love this feeling. I can't wait to see you all.
This beauty you describe is incomprehensible to me, a bonnanoob. I told myself I was not gonna lurk here all day, but I think you ruined that...
Ha yeah it gets to the point where I can tell people are tuning me out and saying shut the fuck up (in their head), but I don't even care. I am far too excited to care.
Yeah. A lot of my work involves having my back toward anyone who strikes up a conversation... I can feel the eye rolls and regret... But I'm about to see one band I didn't think possible and a bunch of other amazing acts plus meet up with a community of awesome.
So in a singsongy voice I proclaim: DON'T CAAAAARE!
It is definitely a community of awesome! I gave up caring if people are ignoring me or tuning me out, because I get to be on the farm for 5 magical days and they do not!
I have not been able to shut up about it to my co-workers, friends, and family. I definitely have that feeling flowing through my veins, but reading through all these posts is making it that much more intense and this week that much more unbearable.
Everyone I work with has stopped talking to me. We have nothing to talk about, because I'm going to Bonnaroo and they are not.
Seriously, this time next week we will be there! I can't wait to do my annual arrive, park my car, fall to the ground and give the earth a big hug - then proceed to scurry about setting up camp.
As a lot of people have stated that really is the best feeling when you made it through the toll booths and are on your way to your spot. Last year was my first roo, so I don't have years of experience on how it feels, but I can say last year I felt like I was going to explode with joy driving over to our camping spot. I got out, took a deep breath, cracked a beer, and then helped rush to set up camp. After everything was done sitting around with some good friends, who I hadn't seen in a few years, and new friends that I was meeting for the first time, I truly felt home. There is no other feeling like it.
Ha yeah it gets to the point where I can tell people are tuning me out and saying shut the fuck up (in their head), but I don't even care. I am far too excited to care.
And then you come back and you want to tell everyone about your experience for the next year. It's never-ending, really.
Exactly! That's a good point! I am still telling stories from last year and in the same breath overflowing with excitement for this year. I share my 'Roo experiences with people probably 2-3 times a day minimum. I'd say it's a problem, but at this point in the year, I really don't care.
Post by lindsaymachine on Jun 5, 2014 13:36:44 GMT -5
Got paid, so I went shopping. I have about 95% of my food for 'roo!!! OH MY LAND ONE WEEK!!!! Now I just need to pick up some beers make jello-shots and I'm gold!
Got paid, so I went shopping. I have about 95% of my food for 'roo!!! OH MY LAND ONE WEEK!!!! Now I just need to pick up some beers make jello-shots and I'm gold!
I had a question about entering with jello shots, does that cut into your allotment of booze?
Got paid, so I went shopping. I have about 95% of my food for 'roo!!! OH MY LAND ONE WEEK!!!! Now I just need to pick up some beers make jello-shots and I'm gold!
I had a question about entering with jello shots, does that cut into your allotment of booze?
None of the volunteers are going to freak about it unless you are bringing a quantity of something that is clearly to sell rather than share.
Got paid, so I went shopping. I have about 95% of my food for 'roo!!! OH MY LAND ONE WEEK!!!! Now I just need to pick up some beers make jello-shots and I'm gold!
I had a question about entering with jello shots, does that cut into your allotment of booze?
I'm not bringing that many (only two jello packs) so I won't even be using half of the hard liquor allotment. Also, Jell-O shots are a great and easy way to share booze.
I had a question about entering with jello shots, does that cut into your allotment of booze?
I'm not bringing that many (only two jello packs) so I won't even be using half of the hard liquor allotment. Also, Jell-O shots are a great and easy way to share booze.
Yea I'm all for jello shots, I just know I will be bringing a handle of vodka which occupies the booze right there. would always like to get some extra booze in. i'm not thinking more than 20 of em. Guessing they need to be kept cold on the way there correct?
I need to purchase two gallons of water and freeze those things
I'm not bringing that many (only two jello packs) so I won't even be using half of the hard liquor allotment. Also, Jell-O shots are a great and easy way to share booze.
Yea I'm all for jello shots, I just know I will be bringing a handle of vodka which occupies the booze right there. would always like to get some extra booze in. i'm not thinking more than 20 of em. Guessing they need to be kept cold on the way there correct?
I need to purchase two gallons of water and freeze those things
I have had an entire cooler full of jello shots (~150) plus a handle of vodka and a handle of whiskey. I told the dude searching my car that they were for sharing with all the people we were camping with and that we didn't want to split them up into a ton of different coolers. they didn't really care at all. just tell them you are sharing them.
definiitely keep them cold though. and eat them early in the weekend. they liquify and get sorta weird if you wait too long. I think nearly all of ours were gone by Friday afternoon. we handed them out to neighbors and stuff. great way to meet friends.
I'm not bringing that many (only two jello packs) so I won't even be using half of the hard liquor allotment. Also, Jell-O shots are a great and easy way to share booze.
Yea I'm all for jello shots, I just know I will be bringing a handle of vodka which occupies the booze right there. would always like to get some extra booze in. i'm not thinking more than 20 of em. Guessing they need to be kept cold on the way there correct?
I need to purchase two gallons of water and freeze those things
Keep them cool at least. I have my water frozen. Looks like I'll have around 30 shots between the two packs, not going light on the booze either >
Living with another inforooer just doubles the excitement, Bonnaroo comes up in most of our conversations these days.
SO. FREAKING. EXCITED!
im jealous. my wife decided not to go a couple months ago, and now is somewhat regretting it. So i try to tiptoe around the subject so as not to ruffle feathers. its been really hard the last couple days as i gather my supplies.
Yea I'm all for jello shots, I just know I will be bringing a handle of vodka which occupies the booze right there. would always like to get some extra booze in. i'm not thinking more than 20 of em. Guessing they need to be kept cold on the way there correct?
I need to purchase two gallons of water and freeze those things
I have had an entire cooler full of jello shots (~150) plus a handle of vodka and a handle of whiskey. I told the dude searching my car that they were for sharing with all the people we were camping with and that we didn't want to split them up into a ton of different coolers. they didn't really care at all. just tell them you are sharing them.
definiitely keep them cold though. and eat them early in the weekend. they liquify and get sorta weird if you wait too long. I think nearly all of ours were gone by Friday afternoon. we handed them out to neighbors and stuff. great way to meet friends.
