Inflated Parrot Ambiance

June 15
9:12 a.m.

I’m starting to think that the wifi problems are with my computer. I get network choices but just can’t seem to connect.

I had myself a wee nap. Amazing that I could. I got the chair back as far as it would go. I inflated the parrot I got at the dollar store and wrapped my Corncat T-shirt around it. I snuggled under my beach towel. Zone-out city. I feel greatly refreshed.

This is a fairly solitary enterprise, though—which is kind of a bummer. I figure it’s too early to call or message any of my pals. Maybe by tomorrow I’ll be in sync with people better than this. And I’m not gonna haul all this crap to Centeroo tomorrow—although I have to admit the chair is comfy and the laptop gives me something to do.

This is not the Bonnaroo I expected.

It’s a massive enterprise—a huge staff. There seem to be teams of them, in color-coded shirts. I think I’m the only civilian around. There’s a young couple under the next tree up.

They’re blasting metal music from the Other Tent stage right now. Something recorded that sounds like the station I was listening to in Charleston—all bands with visible or implicit umlauts. Given that the performers at this stage today are Uncle Earl, the Richard Thompson Band, and Gillian Welch, it’s kind of silly.

Yeah, I think I’ll get my spot up there by the front and stay there all day if I can. Maybe I’ll wander before or during Uncle Earl if any of my buddies show up.

Gee, when it was quiet, I was gonna phone my mother. I think the ambiance would disturb her.