nun meets Burners

Last night at ConWorks was a party thrown by the Space Virgins, who are one of the tribes (or whatever it is they're called) at Burning Man. The party in brief: dayumn.

The music: right on. Had to miss Riz, who didn't come on until 3:00, but still, this was one of those rare occasions when I liked the people I'd never heard of before.
The look: raver meets perv. Perfect for me, no? I was only slightly contrarian in my acres of black vinyl. (I was, however, a bit warm. You'd think an art gallery would have A/C, but neau.)
The crowd: high freak, low attitude & creep. Very nice.

Worshipful hand motions in the direction of intrepid_reason for cluing me into this. I have new respect for her in-the-know fu.

This has only increased my desire to make it to Burning Man someday. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to engineer that, but I figure I have time.

party postscript

I got told, "Nice boots."
A fellow tranny called my acres-of-vinyl outfit with all the red and black stripes "tasteful".
Gonzo.