My friends still can't believe that I go, even though it's my third burn. I guess because I'm fluffy and prefer room service. That and my love of soap and water. But I love the art and welcome any occasion that allows me to ride my bike endlessly. Plus the playa is a great weight-loss opportunity. So I braid my hair tightly, take a life-affirming shower before I go, throw on my Twister pajamas and white Jughead hat, and endure the dust and the Dust and the DUST. I had my ups ("mmm, bacon!") and downs ("what was I thinking?!") and looked forward to the end when I rediscovered my appreciation of porcelain and became a disciple of the shower.
Favorite stuff: Barbie Death Camp and Wine Bistro; Hellfire weenie roast (the praying yellow guys with the propane flames for heads); Black Rock Roller Disco, where I learned how to stop on skates for the first time (though it's still a work in progress); the Circo de Fuego trance puppet show; Thumperdome; and Time For Pie man, the beacon that guided me back to my camp countless times. I also manned the Psychiatric Booth at camp (Hair of the Dog aka HOTD) from time to time, and people just walk up and start talking to me. And I LOVED giving out advice.
I took about a million pictures but have narrowed them down for public consumption. A little later on I will include more pictures of the HOTD camp as well as the movies I took. For now, enjoy the dust-free virtual playa.