Greetings from Manchester, Tennessee, the home of the four-day carnival known as Bonnaroo. The first thing you notice about the festival isn’t the music or giant water slide or beer tents or the thousands of cars — it’s the hula hoops. They’re everywhere and impossible to avoid. One moment you’re trying to buy a pita; the next, a hooper has cut in front of you. It’s terrifying. If a SyFy executive ever attends Bonnaroo, the Earth is doomed.
There are places to go to momentarily hide from the hula hoops (and the white person dreadlocks and crusty face paint that so often accompany them), however, including a chalkboard where festival goers are invited to write down what they want to do before they die. Here are some of our favorite responses (photos via Nadia Chaudhury).