We should all be out on the playa, sweaty and dusty and happy.
Instead we’re at home, sheltering in place, missing our community.
Camping is rapidly approaching and I am frantically packing for my trip.
I’m driving less than 10 miles away to partake in my Burning Man activities, which suits me just fine.
The good news is that the place I’m going to has a restaurant with pretty good food which caters to people with food allergies and sensitivities.
So all I need to bring is booze, snacks and my tent set up.
I’ve decided that I’m going to share champagne with the group so I’ve bought a few bottles of champagne.
Nothing like cold bubbly on a hot day to refresh oneself?
There is a pool available but the only pool activity I’ll be doing is lying next to the pool, sunning myself on account of my new piercings.
Who goes to a camping resort and doesn’t use the facilities?
I do, that’s who.