The Bonnaroo I didn't attend

So I attended Bonnaroo last year and was blown away by the whole experience. So many infusions of the best acts on earth surrounded by anything goes full on Imagination. Caravaning with friends and running from stage to stage creating an eclectic mixed tape in living color. Exploring comedy, music, lights, colors, and giant strategically placed "human traps" with your pals and a few hallucinogens. This year I could not attend this amazing event for personal reasons or "responsibilities". I live vicariously this year through my friends that went and through all the wonderful videos provided by the youtube community.
So I present to you....... THE BONNAROO I DID NOT ATTEND:



I saw the Flaming Lips for my b-day this year and had the pleasure of being up close to this fun and life changing band-- never miss them.

So a friend of mine was in the NY airport and got to meet Nick Kroll, so im jealous and
Nick Kroll = Super Talented oily bohunk with mad skills son, Word!


Ok Tool--- I saw them before Bonnaroo whtvr like i need to explain the wholesome goodness of tool.



Here are some pictures I didn't take:


The fucking Roots














The Decemberists


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Some fat stoned guy














Wow! I even got to see Ben Harper hanging out it was awesome!

Ok so sour i am. Just a bit, I can't go any further because everytime i see a Girltalk video or Demetri Martin Video from Bonnaroo i want to cry like a little baby. Anyhow i hope you got to go.
Love,
Daleena

Confronting Oncomming Traffic.

Saturday evening at about 9:30 pm Me and my significant other were on our way to go to a friends for his birthday. We were ready to have a good time and happy to be in each others company, driving down I75 approaching the exit for 826 . In an instant a champagne colored SUV clips us off-- it seemed a product of a blind spot and careless driving. I will announce this lucky contestants tag number in a second, anyhow the SUV clips us -Robert slams on the brakes and we swerve to the right (where the grass and median was) and then the car swerves to the left and we go skidding across I-75 across 4 lanes in the middle of the oncoming traffic.

A vehicle traveling in that direction slams on the brakes but not hard enough (I have heard many accounts of stories where people feel this "feeling" before they almost die, whether it be they're life flashing before your eyes or a serene feeling--- the only feeling i had when my mind and body prepared to get hit was "OH SHIT!") he hits the drivers side door. OK, it hits us but not as hard as we clenched are teeth for, we turn back and the motherfucker who clipped us to begin with somehow ends up behind the car that hits us we turn back and start signaling him to stop, he takes off FLORIDA LICENSE PLATE T10R1F-- so we speed up take his tag down and pull off to the side to see how the other car is.
The only language these people speak is Spanish so in my nervous wreck of state I'm in i start thanking God and telling them how glad i am that we are all OK (i have never been in an accident in Florida where the driver of the opposing car speaks English- granted i speak Spanish but Jesus Christ man!)
I spend 13 minutes HOLDING on the phone for Florida highway patrol--- I'm glad i was not hemorrhaging from the head. The other car says nothing is wrong with their car they were all OK , they look like they were ready to go party (the 4 ppl in the car looked about 48) so they decided to leave and I felt OK with that--- we exchanged numbers. 25 min later the Police arrive and the Haitian dude tells us basically that the guy who caused the accident had not been hit therefore it was his word against ours and the others who had been involved in the accident should not have left because it was against the law and they needed to be there to talk about the accident. Needless to say we did not file a report because it would not benefit us in anyway and we would still have to pay for car damages because of his deductible and we didn't want his rates to go up.
Monday happens and one of the people in the car decides to call me to check out how we were doing and to get info on the events that took place afterwards to whatever police report info we had because er back was hurting and she needed to tell her insurance. TOO BAD SO SAD BITCH! You should have stuck around if you wanted any proof of what happened, I'm actually kind of happy that we did not report anything because we don't need them changing up and having us pay for whatever expenses they need.
Robert has already spent 860.00$$$$ on repairs not including the body work on the car.