I went to Bonnaroo, and didn't get high.

Surprised? Moi aussi! Let me just put this out there, and set the record straight, I don't do drugs, but I thought for sure I would've caught a contact, or something, but no, nothing at all. Hi mom. The only thing I caught was a wiff of grilled chicken and body odor. If we haven't been thru this before, Bonnaroo is a modern day woodstock for wanna be hippies, music lovers, the high-end red necks, the low-end frat boys, jimmy buffet fans, and everyone else in between. The adult playground is set on a 700 acre farm, with stages, tents, port-o-potties, and nothing but LOVE and good vibes. At one point though, I saw all these stages and tents for miles and I thought, if there were black people in these tents, it be a Katrina relief program, I'm just sayin'. B'roo as I heard some peeps call it is a anual undergound music and arts festival that showcases some of the most amazing talent from aroud the world. In two days you go from seeing Willy Nelson, MIA, Pearl Jam, Chromeo, Chris Rock, to Metallica - to name a few..oh, and uh um..Michelle Buteau. ha. shut up. I mean, it really is censory overload. I was booked in the comedy tent, a two thousand seater circus tent, the only venue at the festival that had an air condition! Now that's a sassy way of guaranteeing an audience. I hosted for Brain Posehn and Jim Norton. Needless to say, the shows were a gawd damn sausage fest. Nothing but shirtless boys with bandanas, dirty feet in flip flops double fisting plastic cups of brew. Sounds like a party? Um, it was. It was fucking nuts. All you had to say was "What's up BONNNAAARROOOO!" And that was the Thunder Cat call. Kind of like saying Bush Sucks in a gay comedy room, it's just a crowd pleasa, feel me? Here's the thing though, with a fest like B'roo, you go to have the time of your life, or you go work. But let me say this,- it's the coolest job - EVER. I mean, please, you can have your cubicle, casual friday, and bi-weekly check aka stability anyday. I'd rather pee standing up for 3 days, shout silly ass shit from stage in cowboy boots in the middle of a farm, and have my NAME on the t-shirt for the Bonnaroo 2008 lineup FOREVER. Jesus Christ, I love my job.