Day 2 started with the “redneck run.” This is where you get your spot for the upcoming concert by grabbing a tarp, heading to one of the three entrances, and upon a signal, run to your desired spot on the lawn. This involves praying you don’t fall down and hoping you don’t cramp up (both very likely). Nothing like drinking for 8-14 hours, then waking up at 7 am to pound a Gatorade and try to outsprint 21 year olds.
Friday is my favorite day, as washer and cornhole tourneys are the order of the day, plus you’re not standing in the sun from noon on. Plus you see redneck innovations, like the four person beer bong or the makeshift swimming pool.
People watching ensues…this lady was quite the sexpot. I also saw a woman with a Tweety bird tattoo on her gut that was so stretched out, it looked like a Macy’s balloon. I also saw a lot of guys in underroos, women’s clothes, and one guy wearing a bear skin in the heat. His wife looked like Dog the Bounty Hunter’s wife, but trashier. This time I made it most of the way to the end of the show, but not quite. I did, however, avoid emptying my air mattress or eating food from a fair stand at 11 pm.
