Live from Bonnaroo: Hairy legs and indecent proposals

Sunday

Overheard at Bonnaroo: “I should have done more mushrooms at prom.” - One of the perpetually stoned high school students camping next to me

Hygiene update: I smell better than a dead person, but worse than a chicken salad sandwich left out in the sun for an afternoon. I think my sweat and sunblock have formed an impenetrable layer that will protect me from both the sun and bullets. Apparently it is now de rigeur to bathe and shave one’s legs at Bonnaroo. I did not get the memo, so my legs are hairier than some of the men’s I’ve seen so far today. It can be hard to be this extreme.

The last day of a music festival is a tough one - the audience is too partied-out or sunburned or exhausted to embrace acts as fully as they could the day before. I definitely fell into that category, as I was still pretty beat from the night before (“KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYE!). Here’s what I saw:

Broken Social Scene

I was only able to catch a couple songs of their set, but I did hear this gem: “Put down the bong and vote for Obama / You know that you gotta / You know that you wanna.”