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Post by AngrySunday on Feb 27, 2007 22:11:11 GMT -5
In '04, the weather pretty much sucked but I'll never forget that Saturday night. It was my first Roo so I was pretty stoked about being there and was full steam ahead on the party favors. We were all at the campsite eating various goodies, getting ready for the night ahead. We make our way down and get to the Steve Winwood show about half way through. Fortunately, I was able to sneak in a huge golf umbrella as if I had a snowballs chance in hell of staying dry. So far so good...so we make our way to somewhere in the middle and try to enjoy the rest of the soggy show. Near the end of the show, I realize everything is kicking in so I turn to tell my friends...and they're g o n e. This definately didn't help my swirling head so I turned to the guy next to me and told him that "if anyone was looking for me that I would be in that mud puddle overthere" and I proceed to sit in a fiarly good size hole.
The umbrella was huge so I was able to set it on the ground and only have to squinch down a little bit. After a while it sinks in that I'm pretty much going to spend the night in that mud puddle and that it's never going to stop raining. I sat there clutching to that umbrella for dear life and saying "my ass is so cold!" The Dead finally go on and I'm still trying to absorb the umbrella with no end in sight for the rain to stop. "I'm never going to get out of this mud puddle...just fkn great." While the bands jamming away, I'm trying to think of a plan on how to get back to my campsite and coming up empty handed. The show takes an intermission and by now it's stopped raining but I'll be damned if you think I'm coming out from under my umbrella!! I figured that if I didn't find enough inner balance to get back to the campsite then I was probably going to have a nice case of "trench ass" or whatever the proper medical term is for it.
I've been under my umbrella for what had seemed like days and when I crawled out from underneath it...."HOLY SH*T that's a lot of people!!" Trying to navigate that crowd on the muddy incline was almost more than I wanted to handle. I miraculously trudged my way back to the camp, cleaned up and felt the dry glory of clean clothes on my water logged heiny. The bands still going strong as I layed down to hear "Shine on you crazy diamond" with Primus bleeding into the background. Incredible!!!
One of my main reasons of coming to Bonnaroo was to see The Dead and I never laid eyes on them once thanks to my trusty umbrella.
Post by rastaradam on Feb 27, 2007 23:02:35 GMT -5
Last year on Saturday night my friend and I headed back to the car for a couple of brews. There were about 8-9 people hanging around my car and I asked them what was up. They were all local folks and the two SUVs they came in were blocked. So, I offered them a beer and then proposed that I could move my car forward and we could pick up the car next to mine and swing it sideways. Heck, we had 6 guys and it was just a little Saturn or something. Oh, did I happen to mention that I was wearing a jester cap and had a monkey on my wrist? So anyway, we had a beer and then we picked up the car and moved it. I'll never forget the look on one of the woman's faces as she waved when they drove away....I think some of the locals really like what the Roo adds to their community.
I still wonder if that person even realized that their car had been manhandled.
First a little History - Last day in 05, i was going into Centeroo, so i hid my stash of greens in my pants. Got in centeroo no problem, went to grab it out of my pant, and it was gone . . . GONE! So i backtracked and could not find it. Very Upsetting.
Roo 06. With the memories of a lost 8th still fresh in my head, i didnt want it to happen again. Friday morning, we woek up, had Bloody Mary's, beer, smoked, were passing around a bottle of Vodka taking shot (all before noon), so when we finally decided to head to Centeroo, i was pretty drunk. I had a bottle of 1/2 gatorade 1/2 vodka that i took with me and continued drinking. We were at Steel Pulse, and next thing i know, i lost my friends. They just dissapeared into the music. So i sat in the middle of the feild, and ate eithe a cheesesteak or a gyro, and i remember ketsup all over my face and beard. Next thing i know, i am back at my camp (do not remember walking there) and i fall and pass out in the middle of our campsite.
A couple hours later i wake up to my friend pouring water down my crotch to wake me up. She said they were trying for an hour to wake me up, and i kept grumblin some ridicolousness, but the cold water down my crotch did the trick. They told me i was laying face up passed out in the sun for a couple hours. They told me people kept walking bye to see if i was alive. They also told me some people who walked bye sprayed me with sunblock, and someone even covered my face with an umbrella. (I Love bonnaroo and all people who attend, thank you for that).
Anyway, as i am waking up, i reach in the pocket of my cargo shorts for my green . . . . . . and they were not there . . . . . .i reached in all my other pockets, and the stuff was NOT THERE. I got pissed, and started kicking things. Cuase #1, i was woken up bye water on the crotch, and number two, for the second year in a row i lost my greens.
So we all go to the Petty show, find out spot, and we are sitting there waitin for it to come on. My Boxer Briefs were riding a bit, so i reached up my shorts to pull them down, and i feel plastic. ..... I pull the plastic out, and its my bag o greens!!!! I was excited and confused at the same time. Apparently, right before i passed out, i stuck my greens down my pants, so noone rummaged through my pockets while sleeping and took it, but i had no clue i did that. I still dont remember doing it, but thats the only conclusion i could come up with. What amazed me was that i walked from my campsite to What Stage with my bag just sitting there in my crotch.
One of the stupidest things I've done at Bonnaroo took place in the arcade in 2003. My friends and I headed in to play some games while our minds were on another planet. Well I'm watching one of my friends play and decided to lean on what looked to me like a wooden wall. Well obviously every place in Bonnaroo is a tent so there was not a solid wall. I just went crashing through the side of the tent and rolling out the other side. After getting over the shock of it all I laughed for a real long time.
so i'm in the process of negotiating with a shakedown vendor who tells me his products are $15 each. so i, f'd out of my skull, look in my wallet, look up at him and say "can you do 3 for $60?" he looks me right back in the eye and nods.
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
One of the stupidest things I've done at Bonnaroo took place in the arcade in 2003. My friends and I headed in to play some games while our minds were on another planet. Well I'm watching one of my friends play and decided to lean on what looked to me like a wooden wall. Well obviously every place in Bonnaroo is a tent so there was not a solid wall. I just went crashing through the side of the tent and rolling out the other side. After getting over the shock of it all I laughed for a real long time.
Karma to you - your story made me laugh oiut loud (I am sure my co-workers now think I am nuts)
My first year of Bonnaroo was in '05. on my way to go see Mars Volta, I was walking between all the vendors in Centeroo, and all of a sudden the guy that was walking in front of me fell to the ground. I went to go see if he was OK and there was no response, then he started shaking and foaming at the mouth. The guy was OD'ing on the ground, so I ran to go find the nearest medical tent, and brought them over to him. Then they helped him out and I left, cause I heard TMV starting to play. Not too many people seemed to be too worried about that guy.
I figured that if I didn't find enough inner balance to get back to the campsite then I was probably going to have a nice case of "trench ass" or whatever the proper medical term is for it.
Lmfao @ "Trench Ass". Karma to you, sir. Excellent story.
Post by heavymetaldrummer on Feb 28, 2007 15:58:50 GMT -5
This didn't happen on the farm, but I think it counts because it was on the way.
I packed the car Tuesday night last year with everything we could possibly need for two weeks camping. I worked Wednesday and hit the road at 3:00 p.m. to pick up my Roo pal in a city two hours from my house, but on the way to Manchester. As I drove up the interstate toward his part of town, I went over the things I packed in my head to make sure, sure, sure I didn't forget anything. As I got about ten minutes from his house (almost two hours on the road), I realize that I forgot three important items. My ticket, his ticket, and our other friend's ticket.
One very long, very loud string of expeltives later, I called my wife to tell her I'm an idiot. (Like she didn't know already.) She offered to grab the tickets and meet me halfway back to our house, which would save my bud and I two hours roundtrip. She was a life saver that day!
So, on the way back, I was supposed to meet her in a town on Highway 30, but I took Interstate 80 (30 miles or so south) by force of habit and had to backtrack again. I told my friend not to tell her, but can you blame him for doing it anyway? Despite this rocky (and embarassing) start, the trip couldn't have been more fun. At least I didn't realize I forgot the tickets when the attendant asked for them at the ticket booths! And by the way, the weekend proved I packed everything we needed and more. With the one glaring exception.
In 06 on Thurdsay morning me and my two buddies were waiting in line on one of the roads leading to the entrance. I had my ticket in my lap in anticipation of handing it over. Well, this truck behind us had their brights on so I got out to ask them to turn them off.
I get back in my car and we inch forward for about 20 minutes when I realize, my ticket is gone. The first thing I remember was that I had it in my lap when I got out. Needless to say I freaked, jumped outta my car, and started looking under cars for my ticket. I was running up and down the road for over an hour, searching the ditch and asking folks if they saw a ticket in the road. No luck.
I gave up hope and decided to buy another ticket and worry about the cash later. But the only guy I found selling tickets was charging $300 each. So, sad and dejected, I start to walk the mile or so back to my car to tell my friends we have to wait till I can get a ticket. About half way there I see a familiar figure walking my way. It's my friend Phillip and he has a huge grin on his face. He screams "We found it!" I have never jumped up and down so much in my life. I start running and yelling "We found it!" to all the people I had met and then they started yelling "He found it!" real Willy Wonka style. Oh and the funny thing, my ticket was in the car the whole time, between the seats.
Post by AintNoFreedom on Feb 28, 2007 17:24:52 GMT -5
linkovich said:
In 06 on Thurdsay morning me and my two buddies were waiting in line on one of the roads leading to the entrance. I had my ticket in my lap in anticipation of handing it over. Well, this truck behind us had their brights on so I got out to ask them to turn them off.
I get back in my car and we inch forward for about 20 minutes when I realize, my ticket is gone. The first thing I remember was that I had it in my lap when I got out. Needless to say I freaked, jumped outta my car, and started looking under cars for my ticket. I was running up and down the road for over an hour, searching the ditch and asking folks if they saw a ticket in the road. No luck.
I gave up hope and decided to buy another ticket and worry about the cash later. But the only guy I found selling tickets was charging $300 each. So, sad and dejected, I start to walk the mile or so back to my car to tell my friends we have to wait till I can get a ticket. About half way there I see a familiar figure walking my way. It's my friend Phillip and he has a huge grin on his face. He screams "We found it!" I have never jumped up and down so much in my life. I start running and yelling "We found it!" to all the people I had met and then they started yelling "He found it!" real Willy Wonka style. Oh and the funny thing, my ticket was in the car the whole time, between the seats.
Post by areyoukind on Feb 28, 2007 21:08:21 GMT -5
haha yea that would be so intense.
we didn't even make it out of town to the interstate last year before i realized i forgot my ticket. my buddy didn't bring a blanket, sleeping bag or anything though. he just bought one
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
In '04, the weather pretty much sucked but I'll never forget that Saturday night. It was my first Roo so I was pretty stoked about being there and was full steam ahead on the party favors. We were all at the campsite eating various goodies, getting ready for the night ahead. We make our way down and get to the Steve Winwood show about half way through. Fortunately, I was able to sneak in a huge golf umbrella as if I had a snowballs chance in hell of staying dry. So far so good...so we make our way to somewhere in the middle and try to enjoy the rest of the soggy show. Near the end of the show, I realize everything is kicking in so I turn to tell my friends...and they're g o n e. This definately didn't help my swirling head so I turned to the guy next to me and told him that "if anyone was looking for me that I would be in that mud puddle overthere" and I proceed to sit in a fiarly good size hole.
The umbrella was huge so I was able to set it on the ground and only have to squinch down a little bit. After a while it sinks in that I'm pretty much going to spend the night in that mud puddle and that it's never going to stop raining. I sat there clutching to that umbrella for dear life and saying "my ass is so cold!" The Dead finally go on and I'm still trying to absorb the umbrella with no end in sight for the rain to stop. "I'm never going to get out of this mud puddle...just fkn great." While the bands jamming away, I'm trying to think of a plan on how to get back to my campsite and coming up empty handed. The show takes an intermission and by now it's stopped raining but I'll be damned if you think I'm coming out from under my umbrella!! I figured that if I didn't find enough inner balance to get back to the campsite then I was probably going to have a nice case of "trench ass" or whatever the proper medical term is for it.
I've been under my umbrella for what had seemed like days and when I crawled out from underneath it...."HOLY SH*T that's a lot of people!!" Trying to navigate that crowd on the muddy incline was almost more than I wanted to handle. I miraculously trudged my way back to the camp, cleaned up and felt the dry glory of clean clothes on my water logged heiny. The bands still going strong as I layed down to hear "Shine on you crazy diamond" with Primus bleeding into the background. Incredible!!!
One of my main reasons of coming to Bonnaroo was to see The Dead and I never laid eyes on them once thanks to my trusty umbrella.
This is almost exactly like my Tom Petty story from last year, only it was "the green grass next to the pink wall." Try telling your friend on the phone at roo to come find you on the green grass next to the pink wall at Roo. Eventually a managed to get up and move to "the hay bale next to the colored wheel," which was where he found me, and we proceeded to have an amazing night walking around and taking in the sights.
In '04,...One of my main reasons of coming to Bonnaroo was to see The Dead and I never laid eyes on them once thanks to my trusty umbrella.
ditto - but at least you heard some of it!
according to the schedule, Doc Watson was supposed to end the same time the Dead were starting. I didn't want to miss any of Doc and my friends didn't want to miss the start of the Dead so I was going to meet them at set break. I watched all of Doc and headed to the main stage to find Steve Winwood still playing (gladly!). Near the end of his set was when it hit me that I had brought some rain gear! I headed back to camp (GA but not far) for some dry clothes and the gear, and as I headed back in I became a salmon trying to get through the crowd coming out. It certainly seemed like the entire 90,000 were walking out and a large percentage of them were bitching about the Dead show being cancelled. I couldn't believe it, but headed back to camp again figuring if it was cancelled my friends would be back there in a few minutes, and if they didn't show up soon, I'd go back inside. I sat down in a chair...............
My next conscious moment, I was still sitting upright in that chair, but it was 3:30 am. Completely missed the Dead.
In 05 I had ate to much chocolate and beer during the dave show and had went back to my tent once it was over.
Killing time inside my tent i realised i was scared to get out!
After spending about 30 minutes or so inside my tent i realised i couldn't waste the late night freaking out in my tent.
But couldn't muster the courage to have ppl see me.
I thought to myself, well perhaps they CANT see me.
soo i peaked my headoutside the smallest hole in my tent i could possible and said to ppl walking by
"Hey can you see me?"
Of course i was to far away for them to hear the gentle tone at which i was saying it.
but their lack of response incuredged me to get out and see the late night shows.
I disgarded almost everything in my pocket and dropped my back pack and headed out.
Late night was great! I just wondered around checking out random shows. I had no idea most the time who i was seeing and where, My schedule of bands i wanted to see had gone almost entirely to crap
But bouncing around between random shows, buffering each trip with a journey to the Sonic Forest.
Some of the most fun ive ever had in my life, i felt like a ghost! no one could see me giggle constantly and stalked around the diffrent stages ;D
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by roolacksreality on Mar 14, 2007 18:38:41 GMT -5
My friend and I got wasted the moment we got there in '06. Not the best idea, but screw it.....I was at Bonnaroo!!!! Anyways, when we had more than enough drinks it was time to see the Wood Brothers. We were walking up to the security check point and somebody had wrote "Have you seen my frog?" on the bulletin board. My friend asked me that question when he saw it and my drunk self was like, "What are you talking about!?". I walked around asking everyone on the way to the show. Good times.
Here's one for ya'll. So I was deep in the crowd at The Dead in 2004. Just about front row and I was by myself so I started talking to what seemed like a good natured older male standing next to me. We got to talking and apparently he was a psychiatrists from the midwest. Anyways, it started raining as I recall and the crowd started getting really restless because The Dead was running late. Then the psychiatrist, much to my surprise, pulls out some goodies and starts eating them and offered some to me. I was like "Wow, that's the first time I've seen a professional doctor do something crazy like that". But the guy was relentless with it, I really think he was kind of going overboard now that I think about it but oh well it's Bonnaroo! Then all of a sudden this kid comes running up to us wearing the most ridiculous thing. He was basically naked except for he had made a pair of shorts completely out of duct tape (he did a pretty damn good job too I might add) but to top it off he also made and attached like a 15 inch dick to his shorts also out of duct tape. This kid was totally out of his mind yelling nonsense and screaming about how nobody believed he could get up front. Then the psychiatrist, who was starting to become a little "happy", was like dude let me lift you up on my shoulders. So he gets this kid standing on his shoulders and the kid starts throwing his fists up in the air yelling "LONG JOHN SILVER LIVES!!!!!!!!!" and all of a sudden almost the entire crowd around me in the front started cheering this guy on. There must have been a good 10,000 people cheering at how Long John Silver lived. Freaking hilarious. That was probably one of my absolute favorite incidents at Bonnaroo.
"Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made." Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism
"You're either on the bus or off the bus." Ken Kesey
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson
"Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made." Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism
"You're either on the bus or off the bus." Ken Kesey
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson
the crazy part was there wasnt anything under that tape. Straight duct tape from his knees to waist including his junk. When he walked up like that we all lost it. It was too damn funny. I asked him if he left a way to pee and he said that they forgot at which time he started peeing and it came out all these little tiny spots like if you shot water through your teeth. I got some pics Ill have to dig up.
Post by ChiefPemperToadWigginsky on Mar 15, 2007 15:14:14 GMT -5
my story didn't happen at the roo but it was crazy as hell Phish NYE 1999 Big Cypress.... I had just got out of juvie in middle of december and never even heard of phish, but decided to go with my best friend and his fling down to the florida everglades on a seminole reservation. 14 hour drive with no ticket and 250 bucks - we got there kinda early and the traffic jam stopped near a gas station where i decided to go ahead and look for a ticket- found one for 1/2 price- Totally excited and anticipatiing my future braggin rights when im walking back to my friends car the line starts moving- i am not worrying at all about anything when a truck stops and says the this road (alligator Alley) is 22 miles until the campground ( i was thinking 2 miles) - turns out he was a vendor for carolina meats and had 2000 lbs of BBQ in his truck- he gives me a lift and i convince him to pick up some more- the road comes to another block and this meat guy starts driving on the shoulder - then a cop is throwing his arms, obviously pissed- the meat guy starts yelling about 2000 lbs of meat going bad in the sun and "I'm going through no matter what!", we turn off a back road take a short cut- and tents, tents,,, tents everywhere. I give meat guy a thousand thank yous and begin my search. Seriously.....3 minutes tops, i yell his name twice and see his ride in this distance, running full force with my 1/2 priced ticket in the air. in was a joyous reunion
my story didn't happen at the roo but it was crazy as hell Phish NYE 1999 Big Cypress.... I had just got out of juvie in middle of december and never even heard of phish, but decided to go with my best friend and his fling down to the florida everglades on a seminole reservation. 14 hour drive with no ticket and 250 bucks - we got there kinda early and the traffic jam stopped near a gas station where i decided to go ahead and look for a ticket- found one for 1/2 price- Totally excited and anticipatiing my future braggin rights when im walking back to my friends car the line starts moving- i am not worrying at all about anything when a truck stops and says the this road (alligator Alley) is 22 miles until the campground ( i was thinking 2 miles) - turns out he was a vendor for carolina meats and had 2000 lbs of BBQ in his truck- he gives me a lift and i convince him to pick up some more- the road comes to another block and this meat guy starts driving on the shoulder - then a cop is throwing his arms, obviously pissed- the meat guy starts yelling about 2000 lbs of meat going bad in the sun and "I'm going through no matter what!", we turn off a back road take a short cut- and tents, tents,,, tents everywhere. I give meat guy a thousand thank yous and begin my search. Seriously.....3 minutes tops, i yell his name twice and see his ride in this distance, running full force with my 1/2 priced ticket in the air. in was a joyous reunion
this is one of the most perfect stories ive ever heard. i would give you karma but looks like you got plenty (but il lgiveo ne anyways)
During Petty's set last year I had to go pee. I left my friends in the crowd, with a plan to meet them after the set by the closest beer stand. After I peed I went to the beer stand and a total cutie comes running up and asks where I'm from (God I love Bonnaroo . I start to tell her I was originally from NY, and she SCREAMS, and throws up her hand for a high five - "I'm from Canada." (huh?)
We talk a bit and then she challenges me to a beer chugging contest. This was probably about 10:00pm and I knew I needed to pace myself for late night, so I decline her challenge but offer to buy her a beer. She insists though on the challenge, won't take no for an answer.
She counts down - three, two, one - I take about 3 gulps and stop, and watch her down the entire bottle in under 6 seconds.
"You kicked my ass," I told her, and she SCREAMS again.
Then her friend comes by and says they need to go, so I tell her to have fun. I stay at the beer stand waiting for the Petty set to end and about 10 min later she comes by again, even drunker than previously.
"Hey, you wanna go again with the chugging?" she asks. I'm actually a little worried for her and tell her she might want to slow down. I make some stupid joke about taking her to go see the official Bonnaroo sobriety counselors. She SCREAMS again and staggers off into the night.