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No. I mean it. Jerks. All of you.
You see. This year I am not going to Burning Man. I'm sad. So. Sad. I have plenty of perfectly excellent reasons not to go. I have the mind set to handle not being there. But I keep on getting flashes of the things I love the most. I'd like to talk about them now;
The long hard road trip. Getting to the salt flats the first day. Waking up to a sea of bright white. Eating gas station food. Buying stupid shit like key chains and hats. Admiring the cities and the nature. Screaming about the price of gas. Finding others en rout with their masking tape BM logos ... secretly trying to beat them there.
Getting there.
Waiting in line.
Hugging the greaters. LOOKING at the sticker. Swearing to use the WHAT WHERE WHEN this time.
Morning around the camp fire. Any camp fire.
Finding your bar unattended.
Being cared for by people who recognize the obvious signs of dehydration. All your fine, generous, silly gifts. Rangers.
Massive live open hot fires.
Porta potties.
That Indian guy that made me dinner that one time. My sister. My friends. My jackals.
So anyway. Please have lots of fun.
You see. This year I am not going to Burning Man. I'm sad. So. Sad. I have plenty of perfectly excellent reasons not to go. I have the mind set to handle not being there. But I keep on getting flashes of the things I love the most. I'd like to talk about them now;
The long hard road trip. Getting to the salt flats the first day. Waking up to a sea of bright white. Eating gas station food. Buying stupid shit like key chains and hats. Admiring the cities and the nature. Screaming about the price of gas. Finding others en rout with their masking tape BM logos ... secretly trying to beat them there.
Getting there.
Waiting in line.
Hugging the greaters. LOOKING at the sticker. Swearing to use the WHAT WHERE WHEN this time.
Morning around the camp fire. Any camp fire.
Finding your bar unattended.
Being cared for by people who recognize the obvious signs of dehydration. All your fine, generous, silly gifts. Rangers.
Massive live open hot fires.
Porta potties.
That Indian guy that made me dinner that one time. My sister. My friends. My jackals.
So anyway. Please have lots of fun.
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Re: youreallabunchofjerks
Tue, July 14, 2009 - 8:14 AMUs to!
Been the last 10 years in a row , but sitting this one out .
Going to be wierd watching all of the freaks come through Sparks and not be out there.
But just don't have the passion for it this year.
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Re: youreallabunchofjerks
Tue, July 14, 2009 - 10:00 AMDon't you feel it in your belly? I do. I feel it deep in my belly when I think about it. A nervous fluttering fire. -
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Re: youreallabunchofjerks
Tue, July 14, 2009 - 10:26 AMI'm not going, so I try to avoid thinking too deeply about it.
But every now and then I'll see someone's packing list or a photo of the esplanade at night and feel a slightly different flutter...
Maybe next year
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Re: youreallabunchofjerks
Tue, July 14, 2009 - 9:59 AMIn 2007 at Comfort & Joy a girl, completely naked, (very beautiful honestly) walking into our big gay camped, confused, and disorientated. She stumbled into a couple of our private residential tents before I guided her to our large public tent, gave her some water, and then let her go to sleep. The med station was only a block away so I got them and brought them back...
I never saw her after that, but I always wondered who she was. If she enjoyed the rest of her burn. If she got better soon enough to not have to go home.
I hope she did.
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Re: youreallabunchofjerks
Tue, July 14, 2009 - 5:54 PMNo one is going. At least not in my house. Maybe on Burn night, I'll let a bunch of dusty, stinky people into my yard and take some acid.
