Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Hello, you beautiful bastards. It's me, your friend Bunny Mcintosh. Today, I have returned from TN to regale you with tales of my weekend adventures. I shall call it: Trying to Fit a Square Peg in a Round Hole: How a sqaresville girl ended up at the hippie Mecca, and how that almost lead to a killing spree. PART ONE:
This weekend, Richard Delicious and I decided to take a trip to Bonnaroo. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this festival, it is a large gathering of hippies, jamfans, and the bands they love.
It seemed like a fine idea. SEEMED. There were a couple bands I wanted to see-- Modest Mouse was playing, M Ward, Iron and Wine, ladida, how swell. The lovely Jill and her man went there to hussle selling bags of ice, and it all seemed like a very nice way to break away from the boring routine I'd fallen into. I found out Dave Schools' (who is the nicest man in rock and roll) was playing with his band. I text messaged him and he said he said we should come up.
Sounds great. Free tickets. Good music. I love camping. I was a girl scout you know.
Anyway, what I failed to realize, was... well a lot of things. We arrived late, to an already very effed up mass of people trying to dance in front of (and on) our car as we pulled in. It was a mixture of people. By mixture I mean 18 and 19 year olds, babies, and 55 and olders. I also mean that there were people there to see Dave Matthew's Band AND people who were there exclusively to dress in their expensive "hippie outfits" and do a bunch of drugs.
Also, I saw Jesus at least 100 times. He wears tevas, by the way. The first thing I heard when I arrived there was a girl saying to a boy
Wow. You must have gone to a really good middle school.
We finally found somewhere to camp and slept in the car. It was hot and raining, as if the universe had conspired to make me feel like I was sleeping in side a fruit rollup.
We went to catch M. Ward, who has the most beautiful voice and rocks the guitar like a hurricane in Gulf Shores. The Einstein who designed the set up managed to make the World's Least Accurate Map, and to name the tents things like "this tent," "that tent," "the other tent," "which tent" and "what tent" so that when you're trying to navigate around, you manage to land inside an Abbot and Costello bit, only the person you are talking to is not hilarious.
At all.
Richard Delicious and I trekked around in our cute sneakers in the rain along the very muddy, very e. coli smeared, wet paths to see bands all day.
Things managed to get even crazier.
WILL BUNNY MCINTOSH REACH HER BREAKING POINT?!
Of course I will!
FIND OUT HOW, IN THE EXCITING CONCLUSION!
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