The Highly Anticipated Bonnaroo Blog Part 1

Day 1~ We picked up the RV's on Thursday at 3:00, we anticipated that we would leave for Super Walmart at 4:00 and be on the road by 5:00.  Wrong Answer, understand we had 12 people and 2 RV's.  12 people in Walmart means we actually got on the road at 8:30 pm.  Pretty uneventful drive, I took the last leg into Bonnaroo.  I drove the Beast for 3 hours, I was scared to death but actually ended up liking driving the 30 footer.

Day 2~ We arrived at Stuckey's restaurant the exit before Bonnaroo to pick up one of the festival goers ticket.  Misty met us there with the ticket in hand and directed us the back way to get in where there would be less traffic.  Woo hoo Misty.  We arrive at the gates via the back entrance and much to our dismay this year it was not just the staff that was searching th RV's.  "Shit, Fuck...Man this is gunna suck ass, SHIT, we are fucked!!"

So that is where it all began, the DTF asked us to step out of the vehicle and we did.  One very nice officer hops off the RV and says "So who is the proud owner of the bag in the RV?"  Brandon and I  looked at each other and he stepped forward to claim the bag.  Well here we go, inside the bag was our proceeds for the Bonnaroo trip.  11.5 oz of pot, a scale, bags, basically everything we needed to take a trip to Coffee County Jail.  The officer than stated that it was truth time and if we all told them what was in the RV we could have a nice weekend at the festival if not, they were bringing in the dogs.  They got to my purse and I pulled out a pipe and about an eighth of mushrooms.  "Can I see your ID?"  OH FUCK OH FUCK is all that is going through my head at this point in time.  "Ms. McK... can you please step over here with us".  A brick is about to fall out of my ass at this time.  He sat me and Brandon down and explained that he was going to write us up for a misdemeanor possession of marijuana and mushrooms charge and that we had to come up with $1100 on the spot or they would seize the RV.  In the meantime the officers are going through the bag and found Mr. Poo the vaporizer and began asking directions on how to use it.  Like those bastards weren't going to be sitting around laughing getting high together later.  I gathered the $1100 and we had to see the tax man.  Yep they figured out how to tax illegal drugs, which was fine by me because we were not going to jail.  The officers issued us our tickets and said a fine would be coming via mail and that it would not go on our record if we paid the fine on time.  "HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND FOLKS"

Off we went, with our lucky selves.....

To be continued!