Burning Man is ALMOST here and I am getting really excited about making the trip to Black Rock City.
It feels like just a few weeks ago I was suffering through Burning Man 2015.
Nothing went as planned for my burn last year.
I got ditched then dumped.
So I’ve made the executive decision this year to NOT PLAN A THING.
Oh sure, I know I’ll hang out at Ali Bar-Bar getting my drink on with friends.
And I’ll hit up Retro Frolic to get my Cock Sucking Certification.
And the Sauna Dome is a definite.
But everything else? It’s all up in the air.
If you know me, then you know that this is HUGE.
Because I’m a planner. Literally. IRL. My job is event planning.
Last year I took 16 travel bins with me with all my gear. This year I have 6 bins.
What a difference a year makes.
Since I’m not into EDM, I’ve gotten a few tips from friends on where to go to dance to 70s, 80s, and 90s tunes.
And, of course, I want to see art.
Lots and lots of art.
I also want to visit the Temple.
This year I plan to watch it burn.
Last year I was discouraged to attend the Temple burn.
And I deeply regret staying behind.
The bottom line is I BASICALLY CAN’T FUCK UP THIS BURN because nothing will make it as bad as last year.
Although I just found out my lover won’t be attending this year.
Regardless, it’s going to be a great burn.
They say the playa provides and I think this year, it’ll give me the exact experience that I need.
The universe has a way of working out like that.