Burning Man is about to begin. Andrew and I are driving 10 hrs from LA to Reno tomorrow to pick up Josh and Joe and then head to the playa on Thursday am...we'll be sitting in a jacuzzi and playing a few hands of blackjack in betwen. We have 5 bikes I bought on Craig's List, a rented sorry excuse for a pickup truck, no food or water at the moment, but at least we have headlamps and Josh has a pillow.
So far, BM has been happening in Sebastopol, where my beloved "El Dicktator" has been managing the formation of the Uber Tuber Camp. Trials and tribulations include: a tire that popped off the Mr Potatohead Mobile, a trailer with no functioning lights where the gracious Duncan and Mary are shacking up, and one food-poisoned cousin Joel.
We have far flung freaks from Bangkok to Baghdad...a few from Mexico...lots of shirtless gay guys, and very few meat eaters. No blogging from there, but this blog will become a dusty repository for what is to come, and what, at that point, will have been.
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