Bonnaroo

So...the girl who has NEVER camped in her LIFE is going to Bonnaroo, a 4 day Woodstock-esque music festival. ACTUALLY I'M THERE RIIIIGHT NOW. WTF?!?!?!?!

Why you ask? Well, my best friend's boyfriend is going to propose to her and surprise her and take her to Bonnaroo, and the BEST part is that he's secretly asked all of her friends to tag along and go too! Now, if any of you all know me, I'd FREAK if my boyfriend/finance took me to something like this, but Nikki LOVES Bonnaroo and I think this will be her third or fourth time going and its the 10th year anniversary of the festival. So needless to say, I think she's going to love it. Otherwise we as her best friends would have nixed the idea a LONG ASS time ago.

My friend Hannah emailed me the other day to go to a fun urban picnic at a local museum and I sadly had to decline because I said I wouldn't be here. She in return asked me if I was going to be Bonnaroo-ing that weekend. My response:

If you mean baking to death amidst a mosh pit of hippies? Then yes, yes I will. While you'll be in a pretty dress surrounded by green picnic areas I will be living my worst nightmare.

Yep, that's right, me and 100,000 other hippies (I in by NO way am comparing myself to a hippie) will be sweating to death singing along to songs I don't even know the words to. If I could find a way to get away with wearing pretty frilly dresses and big Kentucky Derby-esque hats I would be in hog heaven. Sadly, I do not think that is possible. But on the bright side, I can pay $10 to take a shower. *****SSSSSIIIIIIGGGGGHHHH****** I guess I just need to embrace.

If I don't make it back alive, I bequeath all of my pretty frilly and sparkly stuff to Hannah and all my leftover alcohol to Nikki and Melissa. The rest can be given to charity.