sistawendy | I am no longer a hippie!

To repeat a joke that I've told here before, what's the difference between a hippie and a Burner? A ticket. In this sense I am no longer a hippie.

The woman who appears to be effectively if not officially running Camp Beaverton this year contacted me over Zuckerberg's Data Mine and offered me a Burning Man ticket & vehicle pass. Needless to say, I'd PayPal'd the money - lots of it - within minutes. My Happy Divorce Burn is on like TRON!

From the Dept. of First World Problems, my illustrious employer would ordinarily reimburse the cost of a ticket ("PAID Paid Vacation") if it came from the Burning Man Organization ("the Borg"), but since mine is coming from a third party, I might have trouble. I will consult our fabulous HR folks. Ah, well. It's totally worth it.

Considering I just started soliciting donations from sex shops for Beaverton, this is like instant karma or something. Go me?

Went to the Eurovision party at chez

gfish,

vixyish, and

tereshkova2001. There were, as always, some boffo costumes & staging and lots of horrible pop music. Seriously, one of the "artists" got me to wince in pain by missing a note. I didn't drink too much, which surprised me. Maybe all the chocolate chip cookies soaked up the beer. Everyone still hates the Russians because they're bastards. Australia cheated by sending a real singer, and was punished for it.

Went to the Goth picnic in Volunteer Park on this lovely sunny afternoon. Said yeau to a couple of peeps who I don't see often, ate too many carbs. Came downtown to retrieve my laptop at work. Checked LJ, and was reminded that

staxxy needs - or by now, probably, needed - people to help move stuff. Oy.