some bonnaroo stories

Okay...here's a long one for ya' mister...
Last year was my first year at Bonnaroo. Together, in a small car were me, my buddy Jackson, and my other buddy Chase. We arrived around 8 PM on Thursday night and quickly parked the car. We told the guy directing our cars into the parking lot that we needed to park somewhere where we could get out of the lot so that we could get back to our hotel. He quickly said "Uhh yeah, just go this way," and directed us to a camping spot. With hearts filled with glee, we didn't question and quickly headed off to enjoy the festivities. We quickly discovered that we could purchase beers without an ID, so we must have spent $100 a piece on beer alone that night. Needless to say, we were quite intoxicated. Jackson claimed at one of the concerts someone put something from an eyedropper onto his tongue claiming it was "liquid THC." We still do not know what it was, and it definately was NOT acid. Later we headed to see Les Claypool playing with Gabby La La. In the heat of the crowd Chase and I lost Jackson. He later told him that the concert was "too much" for him. So Chase and I finish the concert up and proceed to look for Jackson... No luck finding him for about an hour... We were about to give up hope when all of the sudden we see this crazy bastard roll up on one of the staff golf carts. He screams to us "Quick! Get in!" and we foolishly listen to him. Well, he speeds away and as he does we realize that another golf cart is chasing us. I beg him to stop and he eventually does. So we all bailed and ran away from the three muscular men that were in the other golf cart. It was getting late and it felt like it was time to head back to the hotel. So we started looking for our car (around 2 AM). We could not find it, so around 3:30 we started asking for help at an information tent. Chase kept repeating to the lady at the information tent "Our car is here, there's a street right here and another parking lot on the other side," which obviously didn't help, but he was way wasted. As Chase was doing this, Jackson decided to sneek away and attempt to steal another golf cart. He failed this time and by the time we saw him he was being held by two security guards. Chase and I held back and watched. Jackson tried to talk his way out of this situation by telling the guards how sorry he was, but it was too late. They called one of the head-hancho guards over on horseback and he took Jackson's ID, wrote down the information on it, tore off his bracelet, and escorted him to the gate on the golf cart. Well, by the time he reached the exit gate with Jackson, Jackson had tricked him into looking the other way and quickly grabbed his ID information from the guard. He fled on foot and made his escape. He started walking down the highway and eventually found a ride with a mexican fruit vendor to the hotel. Meanwhile, Chase and I were looking for our car very unsuccessfully with a very bad buzz. I recieved a picture message with him in bed at the hotel that said "Hahaha bi*ches!" Well, around 6 AM Chase and I located our car, but were not able to move it out because of tents around it. Chase slept in the car until 9 AM, but I could not. So by that time the people that woke up were nice enough to move their tents so we could get out and go back to the hotel. All of that happened on Thursday night! It was crazy! Luckily there were people who didnt care if Jackson had a ticket or not and they let him back into the concerts without a pass. It was pretty righteous. Can anyone top that?

For sure, theres no dirty like roo dirty....the ride home is the worst, the car smells for weeks from the stench.....but its so worth it.....bring lots of baby wipes......BABY WIPES SAVE LIVES.....

oh yeah i remember my first shower after the roo, so so so good. Finished up the goodies I got and soaked in the better clean water. Yes, that shower was the best shower of my life.

Well, I checked out The Mars Volta's quality performance last year. Towards the end of the set and I stumbled to a port-a-john to take a leak. The last thing I remember thinking is "just stand up and pee, don't sit down you fu*king idiot, you're way too tired." Well, the next thing I knew I was waking up to the sun's heat and the stench of the john. I stood up (luckily I had locked the door and had apparently pulled up my shorts and sat down on the closed seat), stumbled out of the urination station and worked my way towards camp. It was about 7:30 am and there were a few folks rustling about and you could hear boomboxes whispering in every direction. Considering what had happened, I felt fairly decent. There's no such thing as a walk of shame at Bonnaroo, but my walk back to camp was about as close as you can get.

The first night of Bonnaroo I stayed up and watched Praxis and Umpheries then went back to my tent around 4am. Around 6 am the sun starts to rise, I just roll over and go back to sleep. An hour later I was nice and sound asleep haveing a dream about a nice breakfest with bacon..I could even smell it..then I wake up and realizes I am being cooked in my tent! I learned the hard way that the Tenn heat is no joke..even early June!

That sun is such a killer. I HIGHLY recommend the purchase of some kind of shade tent. Preferrably one with mosquito netting down the sides. If you get real lucky and there's no rain that night, there's nothing stopping you from sleeping in the open air.

I was the guy who freaked out at Mars Volta!

Are you serious, what did you figure out?

Well thats good, im not gonna lie, it got me in the mood to rock out to mars volta. I went crazy, i dont think iv ever danced so outta control in my life, the best show ever.

Yeah, I think I may have found the meaning of life in the port-a-john.

It ain't all it's cracked up to be...

i don't remember this but its my buddys favorite roo story

Last year on Saturday (Buddy Guy, Beck and Radiohead) I got a little too drunk near the end of the night. I also ate something my 'roo buddy bought for me. I stayed up all night drinking whiskey with our neighbors, come dawn they wake me up and point me back towards my tent. I take two steps and fall sideways onto someone else's tent, flattening it completely and crushing them. I stand up walk about five more feet and do the exact same thing to my sisters tent. I crawl over unzip a tent and crawl inside, and pull the blankets up over me. I'm laying there for about ten seconds before I remember " I don't have an air mattress..." I open my eyes and I'm looking directly into the face of my other neighbors girlfriend. She stars screaming when she realizes I'm not her boyfriend, and I start screaming back when I realize I have no idea where I am. I sit there for another minute or so as my friends come get me from the tent. They pull me back to my own tent and I pass out face down in a pile of peanuts (long story). I wake up the next day without any memory of that morning. As I go around our camp cleaning up, people keep walking by saying "Hey, It's Godzilla!" After my friends explained what happened I felt ashamed and extremely embarrassed. No one was mad though, not the people I squashed or the people whos tent I crawled into. They even said they appreciated us warning them that we were going to be doing some wild stuff later, and that I shouldn't feel bad about it, because it was Bonnaroo, and no one was mad. This is why I love this festival so much, you can go completely out of your mind and people just smile and help you back up. i can't wait until 'Roo this year.

I was actually in the front 1/2 house right. I really want to see them back. Dont sweat it antnyd, like i said, atleast you got me psyched for volta.

I did this too, on Friday night. I was trying to get to BFE, and asked someone where I needed to go, cause I was throughly gone, and they pointed me in the wrong direction. Took me a good hour and a half just to get to where I had started, and then I still had to find my tent. Oops.