Last batch, comin’ up. On Saturday the Boy had the camera and took a bunch of pictures–bless him. I don’t know what I was doing–gobbling granola bars? Whining about the dust? Both?
“Vamp Camp” was near our camp. They usually had a packed bar.
I didn’t see as many tall bikes this year. Maybe they’re not cool anymore.
I love photos like this. People at Burning Man are ALWAYS happy to have their photo taken–I mean, they’re covered in glitter paint! And they’re smiling!
I like this peacock art car.
I saw lots of pairs of people doing matchy-matchy costumes.
These inflatables were near our camp.
I never did try them out. Can you imagine the dust? Bleck.
Mmm hmm. I can see what you were looking at, husband!
Harinam and Heidi, two of our fellow campmates. I think Harinam wore his Utilikilt every day, but the Boy reported to me that he had underwear on underneath. Pussy!
Our fellow campmate Jen made these flags for the front of our camp.
Here’s Donovan on our other camp contribution–the “Electric Love Seat”, which was rigged up to produce an electric shock to your buttocks when you sit on it. Our sadistic campmates encouraged newcomers to sit on it naked, and a couple weirdos apparently mashed their genitals on it, for good measure. Crazy. I didn’t like it. I even sat on it while rolling to see if I liked it better, but I didn’t.
I never did make it over to Glittercamp to have my entire body painted with glitter and paint, as I had fantasized about for um…years. Well, it would have interfered with the baby wipe “baths” I took 4-5 times a day, certainly.
Uh huh. My husband, looking at ass again.
Question I received every single day, “Hey, do you know where the Ascension Temple is?” Finally after the 8th or so time being asked that question, I asked what was going on over at the Ascension Temple. “Oh…just talking.” TALKING???
The weather on Saturday grew progressively worse. The man was scheduled to burn at 9 pm, and at 9 pm the dust was so thick you couldn’t see two feet in front of you. Angrily, I gobbled antihistamines and resigned myself to the fact that nope, I wasn’t going to see the Man burn. The Boy and Corinne also went to bed.
Apparently the storm cleared around 10 pm and the man burned at 10:30–heigh ho. My mother excitedly informed me that she had watched the man burn live on the Internets–when I told her that we hadn’t watched it, she was sad. “I thought I was watching it with you!” she said. Aw.
We left on Sunday, figuring that the ride out would take less time than on Monday, which is when most people leave. HA! It still took hours.
This was the view from the car, for a looooong time.
This is what you look like when you’re leaving Burning Man.
…and this. “You better erase this, now!” said Corinne when she saw this photo. “But I need to show before Burning Man faces, and after Burning Man faces!” I whined. So there they are.
Highlights of the trip:
– lying underneath the “Cubatron” with about 50 other freaks, sharing a psychedelic vision of hundreds of lights changing shapes and patterns and all together going “Ooooooh…”
– sex in the tent on the queen-sized air mattress with the Boy (safe sex–no mutant love children conceived at Burning Man, thank you very much!)
– spa mornings
– pancakes, hashbrowns and veggie sausage smothered in syrup and prepared by someone else
– backrubs with the Boy and Corinne on Tuesday night in the dome
– not watching the man burn
– not taking as many photos as I’d liked
See? Regrets are few. It was a blast. I miss the playa already. “Normal” life is just so…normal.
What’s on the schedule today? Moving moving moving, of course. The Boy has enlisted the help of a few of his male cousins, so that’s nice. I don’t mind moving nearly as much if I don’t have to lift heavy shit. And do you know how heavy fashion magazines are? My God. Seriously.