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Anyone have any karma stories. Seems I always do. Here's mine from this year.
We came in off Exit 112 about 9am and got in line. There were a dozen or more booths to check you in and then they merged you back into one line down West Broadway. It took forever and I kept letting people (especially caravans) in front of me until my buddy finally asked why. I said "Maybe we'll get some good karma."
As we went by the ferris wheel I noticed they were taking of down the main road between 4th and 5th to Brushy Branch and parking us in Camp Principal Vernon. As we turned to go down there a guy stepped in front of our truck and said "Park over there" and pointed to Camp Paulie. We got the best site in the place. We had 50 feet on our left anf behind the truck (which eventually filled with hitchhikers and tent only people.) If we'd have let one fewer person cut in front of us we'd of missed out. Man, karma really works.
We also were feeding a bunch of people in the camp (especially the gravy breakfast Friday AM) so people came to share and brought fresh veggies so we could make HUGE pots of Jambalaya Friday and Veggie Spaghetti Sunday and have community dinners. Cool!
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this
Post by oleander124 on Jun 19, 2007 9:52:36 GMT -5
This is my karma story.
My boyfriend bought a hotdog and water for $18 (!!!) from a stand near the Which stage. They grossly overcharged him, but I suppose the heat melted our brains a little bit and he didn't think to say anything about the price they charged. After he ate the dog, a man who worked for Roo came by and started taking pictures of their stuff and telling them they had to start charging the correct prices. I guess someone reported them. He even stood there and told the people buying food how much it would cost.
On Sunday night as we were walking back to camp, I spotted $40 on the ground. We got our money back plus A LOT more! Yay for finding money! ;D
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this
We did the same thing troo. Let some people cut in the traffic line in front of us. It caused us to get stopped before turning in. I was upset at the time because it set us back a good 30 minutes. But it put us next to the best neighbors ever.
Wednesday night we stayed with my friend's uncle in Bristol for a last hot meal and shower. His aunt made us the biggest darn southern breakfast which made us late on the road (but it was so lovely of her) and then we got stuck in a good 3-4 hours of waiting on the highway shoulder but finally got through, had a sweet girl "check our car" (move a tarp and open one cooler) and then ended up with a decent location in Camp Hansel that was one row from a road, a block from porta potties/water/food and super easy to navigate. We had no issues setting up camp, our neighbors were pleasant and we didn't lack for much. All in all, we felt lucky. We made a circle and prayed to the bonnaroo Gods each morning to keep us having such luck, no sunburn, no heat exhaustion, no digestive issues and no bad vibes. One morning a few people walking by joined in and found us odd, but I think it worked!
My boyfriend bought a hotdog and water for $18 (!!!) from a stand near the Which stage. They grossly overcharged him, but I suppose the heat melted our brains a little bit and he didn't think to say anything about the price they charged. After he ate the dog, a man who worked for Roo came by and started taking pictures of their stuff and telling them they had to start charging the correct prices. I guess someone reported them. He even stood there and told the people buying food how much it would cost.
Did you guys notice how few of the vendors had their prices posted so you could see what you'd be paying? Should be mandatory in my mind.
"White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high." Jimi Hendrix
My husband and I were the happy party people that were great to stand next to at a show. we shared EVERY-damn-THING we had. We talked and made friends all over. The karma came back to us because we had the greatest time ever and we love each other more than ever. Plus we got up close at every show we were at. I saw Sting's nipple, I could see every blessed hair on Warren's head, Jemaine from the Flight of the Conchords was givin' me the eye during "Business Time"......
Post by hotchocolate on Jun 21, 2007 10:37:40 GMT -5
oleander124 said:
This is my karma story.
On Sunday night as we were walking back to camp, I spotted $40 on the ground. We got our money back plus A LOT more! Yay for finding money! ;D
how is finding someone else's lost $40 good karma for you? that might had been the $40 i lost that night on my way back from panic...
although it's impossible to ever return lost money to the owner, and i'm sure lost and found would never be a help.. the best thing to do with found money is to give it back to the community in some way rather than pocketing it
Post by oleander124 on Jun 21, 2007 10:43:06 GMT -5
hotchocolate said:
how is finding someone else's lost $40 good karma for you? that might had been the $40 i lost that night on my way back from panic...
although it's impossible to ever return lost money to the owner, and i'm sure lost and found would never be a help.. the best thing to do with found money is to give it back to the community in some way rather than pocketing it
It's good karma for us because we were ripped off by the food vendor inside Centeroo.
It's not my problem that someone lost the money. We overpaid to the "community" by being ripped off by shady food vendors. Also the cops screwed us over getting in on Thursday. We were due some good karma after we let a guy in line in front of us, then were led AWAY from Bonnaroo by the cops that were supposed to be directing us TOWARDS Bonnaroo.
We also gave water to our neighbors that had none Sunday morning.
(Did you not read the paragraph you left out of the quote?)
On Sunday morning, I wanted to get up early and move the car away from BFE closer to tent only. I proceeded out about 8am and the workers said it would be find to move it since no one was out and about. When I got to my car and began to move it they would not let me and proceeded to try to make me exit the grounds completely without my friend and my stuff. I argued for about an hour with them and they kept sending me around this circle around Woodland ave. Finally this guy told me to just park in the fenced in area where they were landing the helicopters. Now I was so pissed because I would have to either take all my stuff even further away from where my car was or I would have to throw it all over the fence. My friend and I decided to throw it all over the fence. After all this was said and done Karma stepped in. At the end of the night we were in the lot for employees so when we left we did not have to wait in the huge exit line and got to follow the tour busses out the super secret back entrance. This kicked serious A$$ and it literally took me 5 minutes to get on the interstate.
So being all upset was for nothing because it saved me in the long run!
I considered this good Karma because all of Bonnaroo I shared everything with any stranger that would come along. I even offered up my tent for a wook that was extremely overheated and needed a break from the sun.
Post by mytwitewesties on Jun 21, 2007 15:09:42 GMT -5
The Karma at Bonnaroo still inspires me. I got there early enough to be at the 111 exit. I decided to gas up and get a little breakfast. I went to Waffle House. My NY self wanted to blow the f***ing place up they took so long! But, I maintained inner peace and accepted my experience. When I left the state police wouldn't let me back in line and sent me down the road. I got off at 114 and turned back into the line headed west. I cut off an attached group by accident and immediately fixed that. At inspection and then at scan in I let groups past me since I was alone. When I got to the separation point before camp I was trying to follow some people from Oklahoma because it is OK. The Staff split me off and I ended up in Ferris Bueller - I thought it was pretty good, but I ended up between two sets of great people and had a wonderful weekend. We helped one another get set up. It turned out I was the only one with a hammer at least in the immediate vicinity. A bunch of campers got to use it. I also had a lot of extra booze and wine since I didn't get to go to Walmart as expected for bread and stuff like tonic water for the gin. So, I gave stuff away. When I made coffee I made extra and shared with adjacent campers into it. I gave a bandanna to someone who seemed to be struggling with the dust more than I was. Finally, as I was leaving Centeroo to return to camp after Stripes (I was feeling it at that point), I came across someone needing a ride to NY. I was tired and in need of a companion for sure to keep me awake while driving and here the universe provided one to me.
I am still feeling good about my experience despite the physical maladies associated with all the dust.
I let some half passed out girl lean against my back at the Ween set. Then she started to drool a little. I could feel it running down my back into my shorts. I didn't push her off, I just waited till she woke up a little and moved to somewhere else. God I love Bonnaroo!
Post by stringcheesestick on Oct 2, 2007 12:01:43 GMT -5
At STS9 I was feeling dizzy from dancing so hard, and had drank my whole camelback. I was gonna smoke this joint in my pocket for the 2nd set, but i couldnt due to cottonmouth. As they came onto the stage some blessed dude came out and held up a water bottle and waveing it in the air. I wailed my hands in the air like crazy, and he threw the bottled water right into my hands. I yelled out "thanks" tough it was so loud he couldnt hear me. So to the saftey poeple THANKS for the water it was a life saver. I was standing near the live painting and after drinking 75% of the water I saw a girl next to me that was white in the face. I asked if she wanted some water, and she drank the rest quickly saying "thanks dude". Karma is only good if it is passed on! Also finding money is not karma, it means you have a good eye.
Post by kaleidoscope kristen on Oct 25, 2007 2:54:13 GMT -5
My boyfriend and I had great karma once we got situated in to roo.. but the way there? Not so nice. We broke down around 10:30 pm on Wednesday night outside of Birmingham, AL and had to call a wrecker to tow us not even 2 miles up onto the nearest exit off the interstate. Then we had to sleep in the car at the oil change shop the tow man took us too.. not so pleasant. In the morning we got up and eventually got the car fixed and were in good spirits.. until we passed into the TN state line. We were about an hour and a half away from roo and got pulled over in a speed trap. Needless to say, my boyfriend had some unmentionables in the vehicle, and we also had alcohol.. so off to jail in Pulaski, TN my boyfriend goes. This sends me into a panic, because I had to follow the police down to the jail and call bondsman and everyone. His bail was $7000.. no lie.. so we had to have $700 wired from his parents to get Jacob out of jail. After all that, his parents wanted us to come home. We were already in Roo's backyard!!! We were so bummed.. but they caved in and told us to enjoy ourselves.. so we got to roo late on Thursday night and shared everything we had with our neighbors and got back so much love and help from everyone! It was such a life changing experience! I can't wait to go next year.. minus the jail and breaking down! Karma works in mysterious ways!
