the closer it gets to burningman, the more bitter i become that i'm not going this year. and it's really no ones fault but my own. i decided to forgo the extra expense and pay off all my debt, and then get some money in my savings this year. which i have, and it feels great. but this is the first year since i started going that i'm going to miss, and it stinks!
and for all of you who have been getting in heated debates about how it was better in the old days, or its too commerical now, here's my two cents. i have only been going since 2000. and in the four years that i have gone, i have seen an increase in mainstream raving, frat boys, pervs-whatever. and i too, have a friend that has been going since about '95 and does nothing but complain when we're there. but he still goes. yes, it's become noticibly less drum circle and fire dance and more spring break vaca in the summer. but it's still the only place i call home. i get to walk around in whatever i damn well feel like, and no one looks at me funny. because to be honest, if i thought "civilization" could handle it, i would be walking around in my skivvies to the market and work in the summer. but i can't. where else am i going to strike up a conversation with an 80 year old man in a wheelchair and his daugther while waiting in line to pee, and then get my whole camp invited over for forzen daquiris later?
i have dave paint my breasts every year at center camp and feel pretty when he tells me i have a nice shape. if some graying man told me that on the street, i wouldn't be feeling pretty, more like dirty. i'm willing eat food covered in playa dust, because it gets every where! and don't mind. and it's a great way to escape the lives we lead the other 51 weeks of the year.
my soul has been aching for it all year. i know i made the sensible decision this year to miss. it stinks like hell, and come the last week in august, i'll be a very bitter person. but next year it will make my visit back home so much sweeter.
ok, so it was more like a nickel's worth
and for all of you who have been getting in heated debates about how it was better in the old days, or its too commerical now, here's my two cents. i have only been going since 2000. and in the four years that i have gone, i have seen an increase in mainstream raving, frat boys, pervs-whatever. and i too, have a friend that has been going since about '95 and does nothing but complain when we're there. but he still goes. yes, it's become noticibly less drum circle and fire dance and more spring break vaca in the summer. but it's still the only place i call home. i get to walk around in whatever i damn well feel like, and no one looks at me funny. because to be honest, if i thought "civilization" could handle it, i would be walking around in my skivvies to the market and work in the summer. but i can't. where else am i going to strike up a conversation with an 80 year old man in a wheelchair and his daugther while waiting in line to pee, and then get my whole camp invited over for forzen daquiris later?
i have dave paint my breasts every year at center camp and feel pretty when he tells me i have a nice shape. if some graying man told me that on the street, i wouldn't be feeling pretty, more like dirty. i'm willing eat food covered in playa dust, because it gets every where! and don't mind. and it's a great way to escape the lives we lead the other 51 weeks of the year.
my soul has been aching for it all year. i know i made the sensible decision this year to miss. it stinks like hell, and come the last week in august, i'll be a very bitter person. but next year it will make my visit back home so much sweeter.
ok, so it was more like a nickel's worth
Havn't seen Bubba Ho-Tepp yet but hopefully I'll catch it soon.