The next night at midnight we drove to Tennessee, 5 hours through the dark of night. At the butt crack of dawn, and I'm talking early, we met people at a gas station near Bonnaroo to go in together. Nemo, Kirsten, Brooklyn, Victor, Lauren, Matt, her uncle Eddy, his girlfriend, the list goes on. Some people that met us were people Dana and her family had met the year before and kept a friendship. That’s how bonnaroo is.
From there the trip started. From the gas station we formed a line of cars. Riding slowly, everyone cranking their music up, drinking beers outside of their car windows, in the streets, throwing Frisbees, meeting the people in other cars. Wow, it wasn’t even 6 am and we were on our 3rd beer and 2nd puff.
We drove in, set up our tents, changed clothes, made a bloody mary, and Dana, Katie and I went off.
It is 700 acres of dirt roads and grass and sun and heat. Wonderful people, smiling, laughing, hugging, and high fiving. Bonnaroo is 700 acres of land and within it is Centeroo, where the magic of the bands happen. Inside centeroo are 5 tents, tons of food stands, a big mushroom fountain, fields of grass, water stations, nasty ol, but bless their hearts, Porto potties, a water slide and slip n slide! I don’t know how or when we met her, this hoola hooping beautiful spirit in the body of a not even 18 year old blonde cutie named Brandi. Well Katie fell obsessed with her, we were all on top of the clouds and hoola hooped around listening to live music. Brandi came to Bonnaroo by herself. She had one little tent for herself and she was ready to go with the wonderful flow.
My eyes kept wandering and exploring the entire time. The place looks different every day and every night. It changes somehow and you find new things. After the first day we were pooped. Knocked out by 12. The music, however, didn’t stop until 4am.
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