I am so happy right now. I watched the announcement video with my sister and literally started thrashing around on the couch in excitement when I saw those dates. Last November my friends announced their wedding date to me: June 8th 2013. I immediately thought of Bonnaroo and began thinking of how I could slink out of the wedding. But I'm expected to be in it and I've known the groom my entire life. Now I don't have to worry about that anymore. These dates pretty much made my year. I'll see y'all out there in 2013 for my fourth Roo!
I hear that!!! On July 7th (a 4th of July party), I was drinking with my family in NY. My mom calls over to me, "Hey Bonz! Make sure that you have June 8th available!" I just laughed at her and said that's Bonnaroo. No way. Turns out a family wedding is on the 8th. So I spend the afternoon freaking out that I might miss Roo and then train it into the city to see GL, ODB and Bandeto. GL SAVES MY LIFE, by telling me that Bonnaroo will be the weekend after this year because of an agreement with the CMAs. I was about to kiss his feet. THANK YOU GL FOR NOT MAKING ME FREAK OUT FOR MONTHS!
The complaints about the dates & it being hot on THOSE dates (as opposed to the week before) are a joke, right?
Those of us who live in middle Tennessee are well aware that the beginning of June is when the weather literally flips a switch and goes from comfortable spring to humid nasty summer heat.
For example, the temperatures from this year at Bonnaroo and the next following weeks were 20 degrees in some instances different.
Not trying to be a jerk, but I just went and did an almanac search of 2008-2011 (didn't include the freak mild weather of this year), and the temps for the week of 'roo and the week after were a negligible difference.
More than likely, the heat is going to be roughly equally as crappy as it always is. This is coming from a New Englander, if anyone should be bitching about how hot 'roo is, it's me.
What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.