Bonnaroo Time Line |6:23 PM|
Alright this ain't done. Here's a link to the gallery or you can wait and read a better explanation of most of the images as it is written here.
Everyone had goofy head wear save me. My bandanna was odd but it wasn't bizarre enough
On Thursday I had become separated from the rest of the group, and since their cellphones weren't working I had no way to contact them, not place to meet them. So I started wandering in the way I was hoping they'd wander to find me. When "The Crystal Method" began playing on a P.A. system I knew one of our party would head towards it. I did manage to spot Chris from a fair distance because of his hat. He'd taken off wandering in an attempt to find me. After that I decided it was time for me to find some horrible green head covering. It took some time on Friday, including what my friends thought was a ridiculous detour, but I prevailed. Sort of. http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/Bonnaroo2007/photo#5077476329379632146 The material was thin, and cheap, and non-absorbent. I paid for the rag as they handed it to me and the moment I had pulled it from the plastic I thought "Oh dammit I've been fucked." $5 was about 350% too much for this hideous thing (in the real world that is), but it served its purpose.
We went and listened to the preaching of The Nightwatchman next.
Then Manu Chao Radio Bemba Sound System. That was a truly entertaining show. I couldn't understand a single thing they said (It was in Spanish, I believe) but it was still a blast and it compelled you to dance.
We had listened briefly to Lily Allen on our way over to the Manu Chao show, and she sounded really interesting. She is talented vocally, but upon listening to her album we all found her lyrics to be sorely lacking.
On the main stage that evening was Tool, who put on a hell of a show, at ear-destroying volume. I'm surprised I couldn't see the actual vibrations through the air from those monstrous speakers. The big video displays were showing imagery and videos in the tool visual styles. Creepy shit, I wonder if it's the same crew making those videos or if they have to change them out every so often.
Chris and Cass hit the hay, Jimmy and I tried to locate trouble of some kind. What Jimmy located was "fatigue" and "Cold" http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/Bonnaroo2007/photo#5077476707336754306 I tried out the Silent Disco. http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/Bonnaroo2007/photo#5077476642912244850 The String Cheese incident didn't really grab our attention, so I can't give an honest appraisal of their show.
Saturday:
The next day's initial highlight was Regina Effin' Spektor. http://picasaweb.google.com/Cecil137/Bonnaroo2007/photo#5077476810415969442 She had a truly cute and endearing stage personality, she fumbled the words for her songs a couple times and laughed it off. She played a guitar that she said she "Sucked" at, it was a great deal of fun. There are several more images from her concert in the gallery, and Cass took a video when she started singing après moi*.
I'd been wanting to see her in concert ever since Cass introduced me to her music several months back, and her show did not disappoint. I even waited in a line that was of epic scale* to get her signature on a CD.
After we met back up with Chris and Jimmy we hit the Ween concert, which was enjoyable even if we were pretty damn far from the stage.
We then ran into this ridiculous group of dancers. Every time a song would finish, the cheer would go up "One more song!" The women on stilts were beginning to show a great deal of fatigue, and occasionally would just flat out stop moving around. We did our best to keep up.
Waiting to gamble |2:55 PM|
I'm currently waiting for Heintzer to get back from work or Geekygrrl to wake up from her drug induced stupor. Her jaw has been "locking up" at night and so she's on a cocktail of downers, and Wellbutrin and some muscle relaxer. We got to discuss anti-depressents, their affect on diet, and the true nature of depression. What may be of some interest is that I got my adderall once again, and it seems to have triggered some obessive compulsive traits. I'll have a picture later, but before I went to bed I tidied up my luggage by the door. I folded the dirty laundry, and lined up all the contents of my pockets next to it. I felt these impulses, and followed them for amusement.
This morning I cleaned the kitchen (a little) and unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. The sink was too full.
Trips I've made to Phoenix:
1. Gone crazy, went west. Drove with Pants. Met up with SomeGirl, she introduced me to Dan Bern and Ben Folds 5 (musically, I didn't shake their hands). -Held at gunpoint by Phoenix Police
2. Coming back from LA, on the return leg of the previously mentioned trip. Spent time chilling with Pants and SG near an ice cream stand. We made up funny things to say loudly, so that passerby would think we were weird.
3. Ill Advised AZ roadtrip. I drove zusty out to Phoenix on one hour's notice, at midnight, after a wedding. zusty was visiting from way up north, and so it seemed logical to drive 1100 miles to see a friend. -Trampoline -making cookies -nerd house
4. Vorpal/Cecil go to AZ. For a vacation I went to Az just 9-12 months or so ago. Vorpal met up with Deathstar. -kicked out of hotel room for duration -paid for gas money from gambling ($40 into $260 in under 90 minutes of actual game time) -the attractive military police women, and the america west gay men -chilled out in the pool for several hours.
5. Go to Phoenix because you fucking feel like it. I felt like it. I did it. Chilled in a pool, bought food, lent someone money that would go towards them doing drugs.
6. This current trip. It was supposed to be a trip to california. Then it turned into "Help Sulz and Friggybum move" now it's "be lazy, be far away, miss your girlfriend"
|2:18 AM|
An old friend of mine is bitching (rightfully so) that I didn't update when I said I would. Another friend is pissed that I didn't tell him I was going to Phoenix, even though I thought I had. Especially since there were movie tickets involved.
Anyhow, I'm in Phoenix, sitting on a computer at 1:30 am. I should probably cut out my own heart for being such a dork, but transportation options are limited, as I flew out here. An earlier conversation with Vorpal degenerated into him asking me if I was in Phoenix, and if I had a bed yet. Since I had to say "no" to the bed question, I fell back to taunting him about his girlfriend being even farther away from him then I was at the time. It was a cruel fight. Then we started claiming how ach other's girlfriend could beat up the others, which is luckily the point that Vorpal declared he was about to go get drunk and ended the call.
While at Jamba juice today, remarkable sightings were made. High school seniors in the new mandatory uniforms on a lunch break: schoolgirls1s.jpg schoolgirls2s.jpg
Yes, I took pictures of school girls. Sue me.
Here's the more important pictures, though. This guy's girlfriend had an incredible hair dye job. It was impressive, and she wasn't too bad looking. The guy then got in his car, a rust bucket, but I then realized it looked an awful lot like my dream car, a 57 DeSoto. desoto1s.jpg desoto2s.jpg Sulzanti and I discussed it, and we agreed he was living the dream. The next day (today) I saw him the same couple drive by. I wouldn't have thought it was them if not for the dyed hair. Sulz thinks she's the spoils of war, that he's my arch enemy. I have to say, my Nemesis (Spotts) is still no where to be found, but I don't think it was him...
Here my girlfriend humors me by taking a picture of me being attacked by a giant spider. spider2s.jpg
A while ago, a very close friend made me a necklace, to this day I still wear it when I get a chance. I'd been trying to find something to wear around my neck to hold a talisman of some kind. I'd settled on steel chain but I hadn't purchased it by the time I was to leave. PortalStar, as a good luck charm, gave me a ring. I had a talisman, I had a necklace. I combined them. necks.jpg I didn't think anyone would notice, but the guy at the sushi buffet commented on good it looked, and I was able to say it was all hand made. (The ring, so far as I know, was made by Portal, if not then by the guy I buy my rings from). He was impressed at the craftmanship of both, apparently.
I had a good, relaxing time. I spent a great deal of time in the pool, and eating. My back is red, and itching, from the massive sunburn. With any luck what's left of my skin will tan, so I won't look quite as pale as I usually do.
Saw a couple movies, enjoyed a 4th of July barbeque, spent time shooting the shit with good people, it was a busy trip.
Most of the really amusing stuff is portrayed in the pictures. You don't bother taking a picture when you're relaxing and contemplating existence. When I go to Arizona, I can get far enough away from my normal life to gain insight. It's much easier to make logical and rational decisions when you aren't as intimately connected to a situation, or person. In order to escape yourself, you need to escape all the normal parts of your life. Very little drama erupted during my time. I did my best not to polarize the social groups, but it's clear that it was occurring without my help.
I did start to miss Portalstar quite a bit, so I was glad to get back into town. Once home, I began missing the friends I had visited. I found myself looking for them while walking around my own home, until I caught and chided myself. Seeking behaviour comes naturally to me, and I have to supress it.
I'm feeling more of my sense of humor returning, and I'm making other folks laugh again. I don't think I did anything particularly boneheaded while I was in Arizona, but I'm sure I'll hear about it if I did.
The following is an outline to help me jog my own memories.
AZ trip: Wedensday was arrival. Chris's strange project. Thursday was T3 Friday was big BBQ Saturday was Charlie's Angels 2 Sunday was the mall and game works Monday I departed
Ah holy hell |1:54 AM|
I'm heading to Phoenix in a few hours. The laundry is drying, my books are selected, my agenda still up in the air. It should be an interesting vacation, and likely drama free. That kitten person that Geeky may be giving a room to for the weekend came up in conversation.
Me: Do we have any proof that this kitten person isn't a furry?
Geeky: Kitten's not a furry, she's a geophysicist!
For some reason, that made me laugh my ass off.
Meanwhile, my humor seems to be crawling slowly back to me, as I learn to merely relax an not to write to impress anyone. You'll still have to put up with my whining for a little while, but I'll try to make it worth your time. Portal brought up my going back to school again. She heard information which sounds promising. It's along the lines of "proove you were sick before a certain time, that you're better now, and able to perform and they might let you in, record notwithstanding. A doctor's note helps. "
I still think this is a setup for another fall, like last time, when I was looking into the UT extension program. At this point, it's not about salary. And I understand that some of the richest people in the world dropped out of college. But I'm a bit of a stubborn human being, and being defeated like this pisses me off.
It pisses me off a great deal, and I'm tired of that feeling.
