Age of Aquarius

Over labor day weekend Charlie, Momacita, my Aunt Susan and I went to the amazingly pyromaniacal Burning Man festival in the Black Rock Desert, Nevada. We started out at 5am on Thursday morning lugging our trailer, Little Gary, with the big 80's teal green Chevy truck. By 11 or so we reached the playa after only two or three cliff related near deaths thanks to Jan behind the wheel. While the elders are figuring out how to get the trailer into camp Charlie and I take off on our bikes to go see the man. Once on the open playa Charlie speed races ahead of me, AGAIN, thus his new playa name is Speed Racer. As soon as we return Speed Racer and I situate ourselves in camp. We make a team decision that the best course of action is to drink thoroughly and steadily from the bottle of Jägermeister, all the while quoting from the youtube video My New Haircut. Through these shenanigans we managed to befriend John's Son, Derek (AKA Son) who is 20 and goes to TMCC. I met John last year and will henceforth refer to him as Mr. Clean because of his wonderfully smooth non-haired head, although the man can truly fix anything, MacGyver style, so thumbs up to that.
After drinking and bonding for a bit Charlie and Son and I take off on foot to go explore the Playa. We hop on an art car and wind up somehow at the big center camp at 6 o'clock which is a huge shade structure and has stages for people who want to act out plays or do dances or juggle or just roll around all over each other... for real, they do that. Now after leaving center camp things get a bit blurry, maybe it's because of all those jager bombs, but somehow we meet this wonderful little topless Brazilian girl named Laura who is filming a documentary. She is sweet and endearing and Charlie has the hotts for her so she is invited along to continue with us on our journey.
We decide to start heading back to our camp at 3 o'clock and get distracted along the way by the boobie bar, Barbie death camp, and numerous other new friends. Thursday night was a fabulous night of drugs and shenanigans. Then Friday though Sunday we rinsed and repeated, although on Friday and Saturday another guy in our camp let me borrow his fabulous white tutu which had blue glowing LED lights hanging on strings at regular intervals down through the taffeta folds. OH MY GOD! I couldn't have been more in love with this skirt if I were 6 years old and found out I was a legitimate princess of some far away land and a handsome prince charming was already lined up for me to marry. It was the most fabulous outfit I have ever worn.


Burning Man 2007.