Bonnaroo brainfart

I know this is going to sound weasely of me, but Bonnaroo, I don't think I will make my annual trip to see you.

I have been to Manchester evey year since Bonnaroo's inception, and this is the first year that it's not looking good for our relationship.

Please, don't say that I'm not tempted by My Morning Jacket, MGMT, The Raconteurs, Rilo Kiley, De Novo Dahl, Vampire Weekend, and Les Claypool. Of course I want to see others as well. And I do want to brave the heat, stink, and Bonnarehea. I would miss the slight burning sensation of my skin all day and the constant grit of dirt in my mouth. It's definitely worth it.

The only problem is money. I need money, so I work a second job. But I would have to ask off from this second job to go. Is that contradictory?

I don't even care if I go alone. I would do it. That way I could go to any show at any time and not worry about who else wants to go where. Does that make me antisocial? Does that make me like a hermit? A dirty, sweaty, Bonnaroo hermit? I just want to jam! I want to dance, and I want to feel free; feel free for a weekend. Every second of my life is taken up by something else already.

Maybe I'm convincing myself to go...