Just about everyone I know has left town and driven down I-24 to camp out at Bonnaroo until Monday. This year’s Bonnaroo has a ton of fantastic musicians and comedians and promises to be better than Woodstock back in the 60’s could ever hope to be.
I am not fond of large crowds. Especially sweaty, half naked and stoned out of their minds crowds. So I’m not going. Everyone else calls me a fuddy duddy, but I really don’t like that kind of activity. Sure, I love music, but not when I have to stand in big muddy wheat field among 100,000 hippy wannabees. I’ll be here on the internet and playing my iPod loud and I’ll have just as much music to enjoy as they do.