[Bonnaroo '09] Moving Into Manchester

I picked Connor up from the airport on a sunny Wednesday afternoon; the thick, humid air caused one to sweat within minutes but could not dampen the excitement of the forthcoming festival. Fresh off a plane from Boston and into a black SUV, we hung out in Cincinnati and ate some Skyline Chili (he loved it, you would too) before preparing for our middle-of-the-night departure towards Tennessee. The trek southward was full of new ideas for IGIF, which bands we planned on watching, what we each c...

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