Big O: Back from Bonnaroo

Last Thursday I ran into the office in my little black comfy dress and tall green rain boots to print out Bonnaroo tickets and make a quick post when one of my coworkers asked me if I knew I was on vacation.

At first I was worried that he was going to ask me to do something work related, I had been up since 6am packing up, doing a little baking for the trip, making sure I had enough glow sticks, and for whatever reason I figured that was good a time as any to start drinking since I wasn’t driving, or working that day… I knew I was on vacation, I was totally pumped, I was a few hours late getting out the door (as always) but I was buzzed and on my way…

After a few more quick stops it was time to hit the road at 12:45, making our way through stupid city traffic towards deathtrap 65 for a long drive to Manchester Tennessee. I was thinking about last year, how hot it was, the long hours of dancing till collapsing into a pile, funnel cakes… I was beaming. Then Kentucky came… 40 miles of “what the fuck” rain that was so bad you couldn’t see 2 feet in front of the car. We drove for nearly 2 hours at 30 miles an hour with the hazards on and semis flying past the car going twice as fast, I thought for a second I wouldn’t make it.

Once out of the monsoon, it wasn’t long before we jumped onto 24 and started watching for the “endless line” to get onto the grounds… After THREE HOURS of moving 20 feet every ten minutes I can finally see the gate. People are hoping to get in and set up before the rain started again, but one of the cars next to us said they had been trying to get in for eight hours without much movement (Yikes!). It was 12:30 in the morning at this point, and I was getting pretty antsy- but was pleasantly surprised that security didn’t really give a shit anymore and practically waved us in (I was almost bummed that I didn’t have to explain the giant bag of Mr. Skin swag in the back seat).

We idled our way through a sea of people walking around hooting and singing, drinking beers and trying to figure out where the hell they were camped at. The car stopped, and I swear the second I got out, stretched, and looked to the sky the rain came down like a cruel joke. Luckily, it only takes me 4 minutes to set up camp (no joke- I’ve been timed), but I did enjoy watching everyone scramble to get it done soaking wet as I’m sure I don’t have to tell you everything is sexier when wet.

It was almost 2 in the morning, but was excited I had finally arrived- and I wasn’t going to let the rain stop me from cruising around the park to see what was going on. Just as I had hoped, HIPPIES EVERYWHERE. I have never been around so many lovely people as I have been at these festivals. The girls are more beautiful than some of the celebrities out there, fresh faces, vegan bodies scantily clad in bikinis and (maybe) a skirt, and the BOOBS- my god, some of the healthiest natural breasts you’ll ever see…

Part 2 tomorrow!

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