Almost danced blisters onto balls of feet. Yes, there is life after Burning Man. I made a point of wearing things that I brought there but didn't get around to wearing due to fits of sanity. Wool socks instead of silicone for boobs; like oranges, said Nibs. Le sigh. Replacements better arrive soon.
Speaking of Burning Man, Riz told me he was camped seven blocks behind me. I easily managed not to run into him there even though we had nearest port-a-potties in common. You see, this is what's crazy-making to me now about Burning Man: what I missed. Riz, Critical Tits, the inside of the steampunk treehouse, Amphibia, the Neverwas crew in costume, DDI,
dagard's buddies, the shirtcockers' parade, etc. The list is endless. It just isn't possible for one person to see it all in a week, and believe me, I tried. I rode and walked around so much that I stayed fairly sober, more so than the average Burner, it seemed. That's right: I was distracted from drinking, if you can believe it. And the freaky thing is, after a while I got blasé.
Speaking of Burning Man, Riz told me he was camped seven blocks behind me. I easily managed not to run into him there even though we had nearest port-a-potties in common. You see, this is what's crazy-making to me now about Burning Man: what I missed. Riz, Critical Tits, the inside of the steampunk treehouse, Amphibia, the Neverwas crew in costume, DDI,