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so bonnaroo was a success. the trip...sucked sweaty donkey balls. took me 2.5 hours to get out of the chicago traffic and into the real driving. traffic was nuts this weekend for some reason. i took 94 to get out and 90 coming back. each time thinking i was gonna be so smart for picking the road less traveled. WRONG. taking 90 back in might've been a little bit faster, by my 10 minutes or so. i HATE traffic more than almost anything. not being able to get where i want, when i'm supposed to be able to triggers this impatient switch i have and i can't take it. it's got something to do with my lack of forgiveness when it comes to inefficient things. my biggest pet peeve, by far, is inefficiency.

b-roo was great once i got my mind settled. the music there isn't 100% my taste, but i didn't really go there for the music. i went there for the atmosphere and the girl, and it was worth the fucking drive. stupid fucking drive. i don't know if i'm gonna do 11.5 hours in a car by myself anymore for a weekend music festival, but this time it was ok.

it's a camping festival, so you basically get parked in this gigantic field, and scramble to claim your space with the surrounding vehicles. we had it pretty good i thought. we got one of the few spots that had shade, which was key. we then had a portable shower that was nice the one time used it. not too shabby.