Burning Man
For my own purposes, I'm just going to list highlights.
Saturday: Bus breaks down 50 miles south of Gerlach, we are towed onto the playa at great expense to gori11a. We make camp, wherein I drive in the #4 rebar caissons that are my tent stakes and create my humble abode.
Sunday: It's hot but I like it. The playa is beautiful and so is the vibe. The first of our communal dinners is a hit. Much kudos is given to the food organizers: sexyjoodles, Amy and myself.
Monday: Monday is where I realize that an eighth of "multivitamin" is too much for my brain. I annoy the crap out of my friends in the most amusing way and discover that even on Monday there is too much cool stuff at BM for this particular inebriant. The word for the day is overstimulated.
Tuesday: Saw Orgasmo for the first time while getting shit-faced with my friends. Yelled "Use Hamster Style!" at the top of my lungs and laughed until I cried. Afterward, the moment of Zen where fooz_ball, stabbymotions, tegeuscromis and I pace two art cars in the deep playa and groove to "Concrete Schoolyard" by Jurassic 5.
Wednesday: Ball room. A Chuck-E-Cheese style ball room. In the desert. Drool.
Thursday: On my "rest day," I do too much and end up puking. Then I feel better, but spend lots of time wandering aimlessly.
Friday: After a rocky start to the evening wherein I told Staley to fuck off but later apologized, this evening became fascinating -- a giant Tesla Coil (and my well-timed trivia about Tesla), a gyro at center camp, the cult of the bunny and some succesful re-breathing (bzzzzzzzz, yay!). Alas, Chris left due to health reasons just before dawn.
Saturday: The burn was awesome, better than all previous years. Even with the technical difficulties where one of the Man's arms broke -- the fireworks and the fire cyclone more than made up for it. Saw great art in the deep playa and had a fantastic conversation with some of the bus crew involving childhood shenanigans that I hadn't thought about in years.
Sunday: Leisurely day followed by the Temple burn. Then I went to sleep.
Monday: Break camp. A nice return to the real world. Truck stop food tasted so fucking good.
All in all, much fun and greatly illuminating.
Saturday: Bus breaks down 50 miles south of Gerlach, we are towed onto the playa at great expense to gori11a. We make camp, wherein I drive in the #4 rebar caissons that are my tent stakes and create my humble abode.
Sunday: It's hot but I like it. The playa is beautiful and so is the vibe. The first of our communal dinners is a hit. Much kudos is given to the food organizers: sexyjoodles, Amy and myself.
Monday: Monday is where I realize that an eighth of "multivitamin" is too much for my brain. I annoy the crap out of my friends in the most amusing way and discover that even on Monday there is too much cool stuff at BM for this particular inebriant. The word for the day is overstimulated.
Tuesday: Saw Orgasmo for the first time while getting shit-faced with my friends. Yelled "Use Hamster Style!" at the top of my lungs and laughed until I cried. Afterward, the moment of Zen where fooz_ball, stabbymotions, tegeuscromis and I pace two art cars in the deep playa and groove to "Concrete Schoolyard" by Jurassic 5.
Wednesday: Ball room. A Chuck-E-Cheese style ball room. In the desert. Drool.
Thursday: On my "rest day," I do too much and end up puking. Then I feel better, but spend lots of time wandering aimlessly.
Friday: After a rocky start to the evening wherein I told Staley to fuck off but later apologized, this evening became fascinating -- a giant Tesla Coil (and my well-timed trivia about Tesla), a gyro at center camp, the cult of the bunny and some succesful re-breathing (bzzzzzzzz, yay!). Alas, Chris left due to health reasons just before dawn.
Saturday: The burn was awesome, better than all previous years. Even with the technical difficulties where one of the Man's arms broke -- the fireworks and the fire cyclone more than made up for it. Saw great art in the deep playa and had a fantastic conversation with some of the bus crew involving childhood shenanigans that I hadn't thought about in years.
Sunday: Leisurely day followed by the Temple burn. Then I went to sleep.
Monday: Break camp. A nice return to the real world. Truck stop food tasted so fucking good.
All in all, much fun and greatly illuminating.