Dear B,
I’ve never ever been to Bonnaroo but this year I’m taking the plunge. I get there’s a lot of music and weird people but that’s about the extent of my knowledge. HELP!
Love, E****
Dear Stephanie Michelle Tanner,
Finally! Someone asks me an important question. You can’t really be super prepared to exist on a farm in the middle of nowhere Tennessee for a long weekend but I can offer a few pointers – pay close attention.
Carry about 27 bottles of hand sanitizer.
Don’t camp. There are plenty of hotels and adorable cabins in Sewanee that offer hot showers and ice machines.
Talk to (most) strangers.
Take a hat. The bigger the hat the closer to God. It will be HOT and you’re going to need more than those Warby Parkers.
Pants are optional.
Don’t be alarmed when you see young people hula-hooping as they walk to a show, in the middle of a show, after a show. It’s a lot of people’s “thing.”
Don’t freak out when you run into your ex-boyfriend, his ex-girlfriend and that guy you stopped texting back once you noticed his velcro wallet.
Dress chic but be prepared to throw away your entire Bonnaroo wardrobe.
Smile as you bob and weave to the front of the stage.
See Tom Petty.
Wear pearls.
H2O.
Come find me!
XOXO,
Katie Powell Bell 