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sistawendy) wrote2023-10-09 09:26 am
sistawendy) wrote2023-10-09 09:26 am
Nun parties like it's 2007.
Saturday evening was long: I went to Funny Lady's birthday shenanigans at Optimism Stoup. In the grandest FL tradition, she was over an hour late to her own party. By the time pizza arrived the other guests were morphing into pork chops and drumsticks, Warner Brothers style. And may I say that I miss Optimism's beer selection? Stoup has joined the conspiracy by Big Hops to sell us all IPAs all the time.
Stopped by chez R ofnamoda & R fame, snarfed his drink tokens, and promised to hang out. I have every intention of keeping that promise.
Made it to Seacompression using only one bus. ¡Viva el Ocho! Local Burners took over Fisher Pavilion and its lawn & roof.
Worthy of note: there were as ever competing sound systems, but Sam Lamb* and I agreed upon the best one. After they called it a night and were hanging out behind their tent, I asked them, "Who are you people?" It turns out they're Sundowners, the South African term for happy hour. Indeed, the ossum DJ who told me this has a South African accent, but he said they're from all over, as such camps tend to be.
So, am I burning with desire to return to Burning Man? I dunno. If I find the right situation I might, but if I have to pick between the Burn and Treffen I'm taking the latter. I've spoken with one Hardwarian, and I'd like to speak with more.
My metro mojo deserted me when I got skeeved upon while waiting for the E home. Ordered a lift that arrived with merciful speed. Yuck.
I so didn't get enough sleep on Saturday night or Sunday morning. I barely managed lunch with the Wendling, the bare minimum of housework, and Lambert House number crunching. I slept eight hours last night but could have easily gotten nine, I think.
*Yeah, that's her real name. I love saying "Sam Lamb". She sells real estate, she cute, she's charming, and she's damnably heterosexual.
Stopped by chez R of
namoda & R fame, snarfed his drink tokens, and promised to hang out. I have every intention of keeping that promise.Made it to Seacompression using only one bus. ¡Viva el Ocho! Local Burners took over Fisher Pavilion and its lawn & roof.
Worthy of note: there were as ever competing sound systems, but Sam Lamb* and I agreed upon the best one. After they called it a night and were hanging out behind their tent, I asked them, "Who are you people?" It turns out they're Sundowners, the South African term for happy hour. Indeed, the ossum DJ who told me this has a South African accent, but he said they're from all over, as such camps tend to be.
So, am I burning with desire to return to Burning Man? I dunno. If I find the right situation I might, but if I have to pick between the Burn and Treffen I'm taking the latter. I've spoken with one Hardwarian, and I'd like to speak with more.
My metro mojo deserted me when I got skeeved upon while waiting for the E home. Ordered a lift that arrived with merciful speed. Yuck.
I so didn't get enough sleep on Saturday night or Sunday morning. I barely managed lunch with the Wendling, the bare minimum of housework, and Lambert House number crunching. I slept eight hours last night but could have easily gotten nine, I think.
*Yeah, that's her real name. I love saying "Sam Lamb". She sells real estate, she cute, she's charming, and she's damnably heterosexual.