Here's a story: 2007 (1st year) - My friends and I had had an okay time fer the first three days. It was a good experience we felt on Saturday night, but it might not really be somethin' to do again. Sunday mornin' comes and of course it's still hot as all get out, so we're up by 7:30am. Me and one friend had a 750ml bottle each left that we decided to polish off as soon as possible to go out with a bang and forget all the money we spent on adventures that never worked. Then by noon we were out of liquor. And some kindly folks passed on through our camp. And then the our real adventure of Bonnaroo began. We walked into Centeroo, and my drinkin' buddy just ran off into the crowds. I was pretty worried about him bein' on his own in a sea of some 80,000 people, but we couldn't realistically look fer him and all of our phones were dead. Wolfmother's set blew my mind. They literally set the sky on fire. And that was okay. Later I almost got into a fight with a giant lightbulb. My friends and I had a crazy time that last day. We all reunited back at camp after too many adventures to tell in one post some six hours later. That was the day that made Bonnaroo the amazin' place that it is.