Friday Night @ Bonnaroo

Aright, I'm ready to relive some Bonnaroo again. I am beginning to think that taking a month to blog about those four glorious days is the way to go. It makes me feel like I was there yesterday instead of a few weeks ago. So Friday night was awesome. After taking a leisurely stroll down Shakedown Street we headed back into Centeroo. We made it just in time to hear Metallica begin playing. This is when things begin to get a little fuzzy. Dallas and I were sitting down in the grass listening to the show when we both looked at each other and just nodded our heads. We listened for a while until we decided to go back to camp for supplies. On our way out of the Metallica crowd we stopped to listen to a song that we really loved and this girl was talking to me for what seemed like an eternity. Dallas kind of wandered away for a bit. I was having a really hard time understanding what she was talking about, it was pretty hilarious though. We talked for the longest time but the whole conversation is lost to me

This was taken sometime between Metallica and Super Jam. I usually don't advocate posting pictures where I look this bad, but this is just too funny, so laugh your little heads off, I sure do when I look at it.

The first show of the late night set we hit up was My Morning Jacket. I had a limited knowledge of this band coming in to Bonnaroo but I knew I dug it and wanted to see their show. A few songs in it began to rain, which I was hoping for because I thought it would really kick ass. I was wrong. It got really cold and made it a lot harder to enjoy ourselves. I had on a hoodie over my dress and Dallas tied a wool blanket around him like a cape. He looked rad. The rain looked amazing while MMJ was playing and the billions of glowsticks that were being launched into the air seemed like the most beautiful fireworks show I have ever seen. It was a constant spray of glowsticks flying over our heads.

Photo by Jeff Kravitz/FilmMagic.com

Late night Bonnaroo glowstick action/Photo by Payment @ http://www.bonnaroo.proboards21.com/


My biggest regret of Bonnaroo is not gluing my ass to the ground in front of that stage for the entire four hours that MMJ played. I was amazed by them while I was there, but as a first time Rooer I did not want to miss The Super Jam. I had hopes that Jack White or Glen Hansard may join up...and had a secret wish that Ben Harper might show up as a surprise...of course it was all a pipe dream. We left MMJ to watch the Super Jam and also to get a little relief from the cold rain that was pounding down harder and faster. We met some random cool dude and set off to check out the Super Jam. He and Dallas hung out while I sat under a tree watching two guys on acid climb to the top and then hang from their legs. I just knew they were going to die, but they were very good at climbing trees. Since I was sitting under said tree, I also though they would fall on me and break my neck, but like I said, they were pretty steady up there despite the large quantities of LSD they had ingested.

When we both realized that we weren't really diggin' the Super Jam as much as we hoped we decided to go to another tree and sit under it. We sat there for a while while the rain was at it worst. Here is that tree during the day, it was next to a little building that looked like The Flintstone's house:

From that tree we went to stand somewhere else and talked to someone near a garbage can for a few minutes until all the glowstick action at Tiesto caught Dallas' eye. We ran under that tent and stayed there for a few minutes until it got a little annoying. I think that we went back to watch some more MMJ after that but I can't be sure. All I know is that the walk back to camp was very painful. We were both bundled up in Dallas' cape/blanket and it felt like we were losing a two legged race contest at field day. I was soaking wet and exhausted when we got back to our tent. I slept very well that night!