Oh man, where do you begin to tell a story about Bonnaroo? Could it be a story about how you fell asleep during the Police show last year, so you’d be wide awake for the Flaming Lips? Could it be a story about how Sasha and Digweed seemed to be dancing all night and just kept going, and it’s now a long running joke? Or could it be how you met some kids at the hotel before you went, and wouldn’t ya know, magicly, they put their tent up right near yours?
Bonnaroo was one of the best experiences of my life. If your thinking of going, but aren’t sure, just GO! You’ll thank me later.