I may have spoke too soon.
Because lately, it’s all I can think about – hanging out on the playa, making new friends, letting my freak flag fly, etc.
I know I said I was going to Hawaii instead.
And I am.
But couldn’t I do both?
I’ve got so much stuff already organized for the trip.
All I really need to do is reinventory everything, add food and water, and I’m good to go.
Course this year could be VERY different.
You see, Tejas has a lady friend.
AND she’s a burner.
So the Motorbeast may already have two occupants.
As lovely as it is to see him all coupled up with someone, it certainly throws a wrench in my Burning Man plans.
So if I REALLY want to go, I’m going to have to look into alternative arrangements.
Could I POSSIBLY stomach going in a tent again?
Maybe. . .
Regardless of whether or not I tent it, the bottom line (and the thing I need to figure out) is whether or not I’m going to commit to going.
Part of me thinks I might as well commit because if I don’t, the week before Burning Man will roll around and Tejas will find a ticket for me and I’ll go amyway because. . . you know. . . FOMO.
And I’m finally getting the hang of this Burning Man think anyway.
It’d be a shame to stop the adventure THIS EARLY IN THE GAME.