I’m going to Bonnaroo… I’m going to BONNAROO… I’M GOING TO BONNAROOOOOO!!!
Ok, I think I got that out of my system, at least long enough to finish this blog.
I have been informed by my most revered gay friend that he has happened upon TWO FREE WRISTBANDS for Bonnaroo and he wants me to come with him. Time to dust off the ole sequined butterfly top. Also, I have wanted to see The Strokes since puberty set in so I’m quite certain I will revert back to the emotional state of fourteen year-old Madeline as soon as I see Julian. This may include, but is not limited to: screaming, crying, gagging, vomiting, trembling, and/or swooning.
This appears to be the start of an epic summer, stories to follow.