I am most surprised by the fact that I actually woke up this morning. One of the first things I did when I got home last night was shower. It was the greatest shower of my life. And then I went about my night, as though it weren't after midnight. Bonnaroo got in my blood.
I have to admit, there was tipping point for me. Or a wall if you will. I wasn't sure I was going to make it. Between day 2 and day 3, I was just flummoxed. The heat had gotten to me and I was in pain. Little annoyances were building up and I was convinced I had gotten in over my head. But I powered through. And then the most amazing thing happened- I came down on the other side; I broke through the wall. It happened during the Mumford&Sons performance when I just knew I was witnessing something amazing. A wash came over me and the frustrations from earlier- the heat, being stepped on, sulfer-water, lines- just faded away. Bonnaroo 2012, count me in.
I've been thinking about how to organize my thoughts for Bonnaroo, and I think I should do it just the way I do everything else - Bird by Bird. So, I'll do complete bird-by-bird review of Bonnaroo over the next few days. A small preview:
Things We Lost at Bonnaroo: One pair of sandals and a blanket. We lost them the way you lose things in the fray, or in the fire.
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