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There's lots of thread about 'greatest moments' but they all pertain to the music. Some of my favorite things about bonnaroo are the unique people I meet, and the crazy things that come out of my interactions with them. Or even the random things I see people do. So this is a thread for those random stories, chance encounters, and pictures of strange and unusual things you witnessed.
I'll start this off with a fun story. So it's Sunday and I'm venturing into Centeroo for the day. I'm strolling along reading the schedule in my guide, trying to figure out my itinerary for the day. Suddenly someone drops an Easter egg into the middle of my guide. I look back to figure out who it was, but they were lost in the crowd. So this is one of those little plastic Easter eggs that you open up. Wondering what kinds of goodies might be awaiting me, I step aside and open up the egg. Inside I find the following: -1 bar of willy wonka taffy -about 20-25 nickel size card cutouts of hardcore pornography
It's things like this that make bonnaroo so special.
Early Friday morning, a group of people were walking past my campsite/flagpole and yelled/pointed/danced about how awesome it was and to not move it under any circumstances.
Not a big thing but it was a great way to start the day and made me glad I spent the time and money to make the flag pole.
Late sunday night after leaving centeroo I walked back to my site in pod 9. I was pretty spun and I went to what I thought was my tent, unzipped it without looking in at first, then took off my shoes which took a little bit because my balance was off so I kind of stumbled... Then I took a step in, and then looked at four complete strangers all in sleeping bags staring back at me. It was pretty funny, I just apologized, zipped the tent back up and kept looking for my tent... I made 100% sure the next one was mine before I went in haha
Post by katimus528 on Jun 20, 2010 19:01:24 GMT -5
At Les Claypool, my group and I were sitting on a blanket on the right side of the tent, and we decided we needed a pic together. We asked a person in front of us if he would be so kind as to take it for us. When I looked at the pic on the camera I noticed an extra person sitting with us. He was showing his muscles and had a goofy monkey look on his face... I turned around to see who it was, and he just smiled and waved. Everytime I looked at that pic it made me laugh until I lost the memory card
"Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio."
Suddenly someone drops an Easter egg into the middle of my guide. I look back to figure out who it was, but they were lost in the crowd. So this is one of those little plastic Easter eggs that you open up. Wondering what kinds of goodies might be awaiting me, I step aside and open up the egg. Inside I find the following: -1 bar of willy wonka taffy -about 20-25 nickel size card cutouts of hardcore pornography
It's things like this that make bonnaroo so special.
Ok, that is awesome. I may need to find some time to do this next year, except I'd be hiding goodies around the campgrounds.
Strangely enough I don't recall having any strange or unusual encounters this year. How bizarre.
At Les Claypool, my group and I were sitting on a blanket on the right side of the tent, and we decided we needed a pic together. We asked a person in front of us if he would be so kind as to take it for us. When I looked at the pic on the camera I noticed an extra person sitting with us. He was showing his muscles and had a goofy monkey look on his face... I turned around to see who it was, and he just smiled and waved. Everytime I looked at that pic it made me laugh until I lost the memory card
I'm 'that guy' whenever I have that oppurtunity :-D I love sitting in on stranger's pictures
we were all woken up saturday morning by a very irate loud girl, screaming at he boyfriend and obviously tripping out on something, screaming "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CALLED MY MOM!"
we saw her later biznatching at her boyfriend in front of the pod 3 balloon... something along the lineS OF "(indecipherable wailing)... AFTER ALL THE shiz YOU PUT ME THROUGH!!!"
@ Laggy, Awesome egg story, @ Daisy, even better idea putting eggs out for people to find, next year, when you camp next to me, we are so doing this! @ Katimus, picture bombs rock!
Someone asked me to take a picture of their group. With the camera to my face I kept stepping back and telling the group to squeeze together, And then I turned around and ran! with their camera in hand, for about 25 feet. Before I ran I did take the pic, and the response on their faces were priceless! Another of my favs. was while waiting for the Dead Weather to come on Saturday afternoon at the What stage. I went to the beer tent to get a beers for my GF and I on the far left of the stage. Walking back I had to cut through, too far to walk around, the line that formed for the pit waiting on the next show. As I cut across this line, very close to the front of it, I just stopped in the line and acted like that was my spot in line. Like I was cutting in line. I sat there for a minute and I could not hold it back. I turned around with a very large smile on my face to some not-so-smiling faces behind me. Then I busted out laughing. I was asking, "what were you all really just gonna let me say here!" We all had a good laugh.
Well, that settles it scrog. When I'm in NoLa for Voodoo I'm gonna pick up one of those jester caps for you to wear at Roo next year. You are too much!
On Thursday afternoon me and my husband ventured out of Guest camping to visit my sister in POD 1. Such a long walk by the way. I even tried going down Production rd. Still long.
Anyways, We're sitting at her camp and having a beer. A few camp sites away their is this woman screaming things like " A little to the left" " Go down a little" " About three more inches" "You're almost there" "Yeah, yeah, yeah right there, that's the spot." "Oh no it slipped out." "It keeps falling out" "Almost there, so close, YEAH!, oh it slipped out again"
It went on and on and on for like ten minutes. We were at the camp having a nice giggle wondering what the hell they were doing. Finally I stood up and saw they had locked their keys in the door and were trying to pop the lock. The wife was guiding the husband. They did finally get the door unlocked and all was well. But it was silly when it was happening.
In the campground, walking to Centeroo on Sunday, I overheard someone talking to a neighboring camper about how she and her friends got arrested on Thursday for trying to bring 18 jars of moonshine.
Mar 14 Sheepdogs/Fitz & The Tantrums/City & Colour (Austin)
Mar 15 Jim James (Austin)
Apr 26 Jim James (Boston)
May 4 Clutch & The Sword (Portland ME)
Jun 8 DMB (Hartford)
Jun 21 Jim James (Northampton MA)
Jul 27-28 Newport Folk
Oct 25-27 MOEMS
Post by hummers2187 on Jun 21, 2010 9:56:18 GMT -5
HaHa I have a funny story about my friend who was really drunk friday night... (I think it was friday) Well going into centeroo my friend had a water bottler full of Jack & Ginger Ale. When going through security he got the line with the head of security checking. When the security guy asked my friend what was in the water bottle my friend drunkinly SCREAMED in his face "ITS F*CKING RED GATORAID!" The head of security was very confused by the whole thing and just was like WTF just go in. Once he let him in the head of security asked the entire crowd if someone had a Xanax for my friend. LOL. The next part is what makes it soooo funny. Karma. My friend being sooo drunk could not find his keys after the incident. And ended up retracing his steps and went to lost and found 3 times. No luck finding his keys. So the next day he payed $50 to get his van open. Later to find out that when he was drunk he put the keys underneath the water pouch in his camel back! Luckly he found his keys but he was out 50 bucks for a stupid drunkin mistake.
At Les Claypool, my group and I were sitting on a blanket on the right side of the tent, and we decided we needed a pic together. We asked a person in front of us if he would be so kind as to take it for us. When I looked at the pic on the camera I noticed an extra person sitting with us. He was showing his muscles and had a goofy monkey look on his face... I turned around to see who it was, and he just smiled and waved. Everytime I looked at that pic it made me laugh until I lost the memory card
I'm 'that guy' whenever I have that oppurtunity :-D I love sitting in on stranger's pictures
I hate the fact I no longer have that pic... I only have memories which are awesome enough I can deal. this was my first roo and I had the time of my life! I hope next year something like this happens again.
"Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio."
Amongst countless memorable moments, one stands out in particular.
After an amazing Franti show, from an amazing spot the lights came on and everyone started filing out. As I picked up my blanket and started packing my things something caught my eye... It was a clear plastic baggy filled with some heady CORN. I looked around and there was no one desperately scouring the land for such a thing, so naturally I commandeered the substance and utilized it to my advantage for the rest of the weekend.
So basically, amazing show finishes, and as the depression sets in that it's over, i find something to stimulate my mind.
On Saturday evening, I was at camp getting ready to head to Stevie, and there was a beautiful sunset. I get out my camera to take a photo, and a random guy is walking right by our camp. He says "Hey, I'm a great photo opportunity", so I snapped a picture of him:
The best random person story happened on Sunday morning. We were all chilling at camp when some random dude with a reusable shopping bag walks up and asks me if I want some good luck. Being naive to NO NO WORD!!! slang terms, I assumed he was trying to sell us something. But no, he really wanted to give us "good luck". His name was Si (or "is" spelled backwards, as he liked to tell us). In this reusable bag he had all kinds of random shiz. Each of us got something from the bag. Stephanie got a pink ball of fuzz:
Heather got, as Si described it, "beautiful glass orb, a real work of art". Otherwise known as a paperweight:
I received a game of sorts:
The best part of all of this is that after we received our good luck gifts, he asks for the time and suddenly remembers he has to meet his friend. Si asks if he can leave his bag of good luck with us and come back to get it later. He drops the bag and leaves us dumbfounded. We're certain that this has to be stolen stuff, so we decide to go through the bag (and return our gifts) to make sure it didn't have a bomb in it or something. Tu
I may need to find some time to do this next year, except I'd be hiding goodies around the campgrounds. 
