Bonnaroo, an unexpected time of reflection.
I ended up having a great time.
This isn't to say there weren't rough spots (i.e. sharing porta potties for eight days with thousands of other people), but my mind was distracted by what was good, and there was a lot of that.
|Brian and Forrest|
While Bonnaroo facilitated the experience I had, what I enjoyed the most was much simpler, and that was merely the joy of being with people. Constantly.
Being in Knoxville so long, it's hard not to compare college days with late twenties life. So much of my time is spent in solitude which is fine, but it was nice to shake things up a bit.
Though they were a feast for the eyes, it definitely wasn't the thousands of people that I liked being around but our small team of workers. We made art together, ate together, hung out in the mornings before we'd go hear music. We walked around listening to music and talked about how crazy everyone else was. Because they were. Absolutely crazy.
...I'll admit, too, the aspect I liked so much about this team was that it was predominantly male...
It's something my single female friends and I talk about, how male friends drop off the map as you become older. I know it's the natural progression of life as they move or marry, but I was happy this past week to have a little glimmer of my past. I've missed that so much.
It was also nice not talking about babies and pregnancy for a short time, as has become a common theme to conversation lately in my married friends' lives.