What I did NOT do:
- I didn't go to center camp (not even for ice)
- I didn't go out to the man (the one time I made it out there, it was already closed for burn night)
- I didn't ride in critical tits
- I didn't get stuck in an 8 hour exodus
- I didn't take a shower (just washed my hair once in 5 days)
- I didn't end up in the medic clinic
- I didn't read Goblin Market with Wa!
- Get dust all over my stuff
- Get disgusted by the porta potties (I have no idea why)
- Break up with my boyfriend
So, what did I do?
- I threw cans of explosives into the Van-B-Que
- I wore my silver evening gown
- Brought white peaches
- Play with the fire serpent
- Watch the Waffle burn
- Get a creepy hug
- Dance with my cowbells (like they were maracas)
- Get a blister
This was probably the soberest BM experience I've ever had. I was not really in the balls out partying mode and I was totally fine with that. I saw some friends. I trekked out to the trash fence once. I rode on some artcars. I hung out by the car-b-que.
There was some trepidation going to Burning Man with the boyfriend. It's known to be hard on relationships. If we were going to go, I wanted us to go together. For the most part, it turned out great. He's more inclined to walk everywhere and the playa is a big place. I like to go out into the deep playa, but I usually bring a bike. Because we flew this year, there was no bike. I was all about hopping one of the many artcars in camp (except I felt a little guilty b/c I really didn't help out on any of the big projects this year since I wasn't planning on going). So it was hard to compromise, especially since I had new boots that weren't really broken in. We worked it out though.
Burn night was fantastic, but I think the waffle burn was the most spectacular large scale fire I have experienced. The flames were wild, the wind whipped themselves into fire tornadoes over and over. I was glad we made the last minute decision to go. Next year, though, if I go, I have big plans.