Photos by Steve Cross Three full days of binge drinking and marathon walking under severe abuse of the elements have left me physically, emotionally, psychologically and financially drained. I'm only just now getting around to writing this at 6 a.m. because I literally just spent 12 hours sleeping in my bed. Looks like Bonnaroo saved the most searing, scalding hot day for last. Sunday was a scorcher, and several of your lucky Scene correspondents who'd managed to score a couple artist laminates (God bless you, De Novo Dahl) spent the morning in the shade sipping complimentary mimosas and munching on breakfast burritos.
