Oh the Bonnaroo, a strange creature of sorts that likes to engulf you
with loud thumping drums, and soothing vocals.
It tempts you with food that is so delicious, that before you know it
you just spent 15$ on a burrito because it had alligator in it.
And mind you the people there were all so nice. No assholes allowed must have been a rule.
But when the sun turned off, and the night begain to thrive was my favorite.
colored top hats with gadgets and gears, streaks of flourescent beams littered throughout the crowd,
staves with animal creatures holding swords and other things
my my the image was so perfect, so brilliant, so exciting.
one did not need any drugs to attain the feeling everyone else was giving.
So my advice is, if you haven't been to a music festival before.
and dont mind the occasional porta-potty with poop smeared on the walls, and splatter marks from a used tampon ...or the lack of a normal shower, and giant ass spiders that seek refuge under your sleeping bag at night.
then please. I urge you to go to one. It is surreal. and worth it.
