It's nearing... the second weekend of June in Manchester means the hippy, free-lovin, take a puff of the cheeba and share a round w/ the tent next to ya, crowd is gathering for the annual "music and arts festival" called Bonnaroo. Lord help us!
In past years, the traffic wait to get to the gate has been up to 8 hours on the interstate in both directions. Surprisingly, only three people have died during this; not surprisingly, they were results of overdoses.
For most Manchester residents, we love it as much as native New Orleans inhabitants love Mardi Gras... that's not a lot if you're keeping a tally. It does bring a large amount of $$$ into the area. How much, I'm not sure, but they'll announce a guesstimate on the news Sunday evening as the last station-wagonniers and hitch-hikers are heading out of town.
Brandon and I were returning some duplicate baby gifts to Wal-Mart (have I mentioned that we're registered at Target??!!) and witnessed numerous 'Roonies setting up tents in the parking lot. I can't imagine how that would be a good night's sleep, especially since the gates don't open for two more days.
Our life for the next six days will revolve around catching glimpses of people who's parents probably enjoyed Woodstock a bit too much and avoiding town as much as possible. It will be interesting, shocking, surprising and some fun all in one, but boy howdy are we ready for it to be over with! :)
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Sounds like too much fun! Hope you enjoy!
(or not!)
BTW- I used the word "crap" on my blog today in honor of you Mae!!
You're welcome.
But it's freaking Bonnoroo! Roll down your window and enjoy some of the finest tunage around. Just don't breath the air or your little one might get high!
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