About that OMmersion. . .

o-faceSeveral months ago I gave up OMing. I had good reasons why I gave it up and since then I haven’t looked back or regretted my decision.

Imagine my surprise then to learn I was staying in a mini OM camp on the playa.

Yes, indeed.

At least 6 people in my camp were active members.

In the beginning, conversation was filled with talk of OM.

So much so I felt excluded from the group.

Gradually, however, people started to chat about other things.

Then on Day 5 I hung out randomly with a burner from New York.

An OMer.

And he asked me to OM.

And briefly I was tempted to say yes.

Because I remembered the connection and not the other things that made me quit.

In the end, I turned him down but I certainly was thankful for the ask.

And staying in a mini OM camp wasn’t that bad.

There was a lot of connection and affection between my camp mates that warmed my heart.

And it was quite beautiful to see.

 

UnSCruz, Day 1: Friday’s Downpour

IMG_9569UnSCruz was a pounding, loud, nipple-sucking, rainy weather, chilly, vodka-filled, sangria-soaked, cheesy good time.

More on the nipple sucking later.

It started out laborious.

We had to set up our camps in the pouring rain.

Definitely. Not. Fun.

Both Marina and I were challenged to operate in these adverse conditions and we finally found ourselves sitting around the table in my little tent trailer, eating KFC and taking shelter from ALL THAT RAIN.

Todd, Marina’s boyfriend, was a trooper. He kept our spirits high while he himself was soaked to the bone.

If I was on Survivor, I’d definitely want Todd and Marina on my team.

So my little tent trailer got set up.

IMG_9528I sacked out inside the tent and attempted to warm up with some vodka and lemonade before the evening’s festivities.

The rain stopped around 6 pm and we all ventured outside to cook dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and then go mingle with friends.

Ali Bar Bar was CRAZY FUN!

It could be that a girl, who shall remain nameless, wound up showing off her breasts to a handful of people, two of whom decided to play with her nipples AT THE SAME TIME.

Wild.

Much drinking and merriment ensued and I am happy to report I did not go to bed alone.

I had a bed buddy who helped me warm up my bed so I was nice and toasty before I fell asleep.

Sigh.

It’s the little things – like a nice warm bed – that make me happy.

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Shade, Sam, and Spankings

This weekend I got in the tent trailer…. and I got a little lesson in heat transference.

As in the heat outside in the 70 degree weather transferred to the tent trailer and turned it into a little mini oven.

I wasn’t just hot, I was boiling.

Sweat was pouring off of me.

I tried to picture myself in the tent trailer in 100 degree heat on the playa, and although I couldn’t exactly capture the pure overwhelming heat of it, I certainly got the idea.

It’s gonna be hot, Hot, HOT out there!

So hot it’s actually cooler outside the tent trailer.

I won’t want to get dressed in there.

I won’t want to put on makeup in there.

I’m just going to want to get the hell out of there ASAP.

Fast forward to Monday. I’m meeting my new friend Sam at a restaurant in Los Gatos to discuss – you go it – Burning Man. More specifically, I need to talk to him about shade. Because I need to figure out how to shade my tent trailer and right now I have no idea how to do that.

Aluminet is $0.32 per square foot. That’s makes for an expensive canopy when your tent trailer is 21 feet long, 6 feet wide, and 8 feet tall.

And while I am good at erecting some things, my canopy erecting skills and even my canopy building skills, are sadly lacking.

Plus how the hell am I going to do it on my own on the playa? This may be a time when radical self-reliance goes by the wayside.

So Sam, who is 54 but looks 37 thanks to a young face and a full head of hair, is going to school me on shade structures on the playa. Just so that I can have another project to work on.

And more money to spend, natch.

I also plan to pick Sam’s brain about life on the playa in a camp since he was in a camp last year and got to experience it all. Even the sparkleponies who came to camp naked and rubbed their boobs on everyone.

He also is a good spanker, from what I’ve heard and I can’t wait to interview him about why he spanks, what he loves about it, and what he gains from spanking bare bottoms on his lap.

I’m a curious girl, you know.

Camps and Faeries

Don’t hold your breath, but I MAY have a camp affiliation at Burning Man.

I finally asked Jon if he would sponsor me for The Lost Penguin camp.

And he agreed, though he did hint at some sort of repayment.

Wink. Wink.

I’ve been reading about the camp online and several of my friends belong to this camp so it seems only natural that I apply.

At the very least, there are fees and chores associated with belonging to this camp, and any camp I would imagine.  But I’m excited because I may have people to explore Black Rock City with.

I’ve been trying to figure out where I would best fit in the camp. In the kitchen, of course. Everyone has to work in the kitchen. But what really appeals to me is hospitality – pouring drinks for people, removing MOOP, serving lemonade or chocolate, prepping for the night, etc.

You know, I can be quite the social butterfly and I do have experience as a bartender.

But best of all, hospitality might really fit in with my outfit – which is the Absinthe Faerie.

Yes, I’m going to be decked out all in green, passing out absinthe lollypops from Lollyphile, and pouring absinthe – for as long as my supply lasts.

I’d love to share with the Lost Penguins and their guests.

I adore my Absinthe Faerie costume and I think it goes well with the “Carnival of Mirrors” theme which hearkens to the excesses and indulgences of days gone by.

So maybe I’ll get lucky and get assigned to hospitality where I’ll get to bartend.

Drinks are free and flirting is encouraged.

What’s on tap…

I’ve been thinking about my next set of activities to take on.

Besides needing to scour Groupon for specials, I’ve come up with the following list:

  • Eat at Manresa
  • See Niagara Falls and get wet
  • See Bruce Springsteen
  • Go to a U2 concert
  • Take a tour of Alcatraz
  • Take a tour of the Winchester Mystery House (I’ve never been)
  • Fly a single engine Cessna again
  • Go to the Korean Spa, again
  • Great White Shark dive
  • Eat at a Burmese restaurant
  • Go to Supper Club in SF
  • See a transvestite show
  • Go to  strip club
  • Drive down Highway 1
  • Drive up Highway 1
  • Go to a book reading
  • Go to an art museum
  • Learn to surf
  • Fly in an acrobatic plane doing stunts
  • Camp in Yosemite
  • Go wine tasting in Napa/Paso Robles
  • Go to the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz
  • Enjoy an Irish Coffee at the Buena Vista
  • Take sailing lessons
  • Learn to brew beer at Workshop SF
  • Get a new tattoo

And that’s a pretty good start for me.  I think I’ll start with driving up and down Highway 1.  I love to stop along the way at any place that suits my fancy – like the Olema Farm House in Olema or the Hog Island Oyster Company in Marshall, or Nepenthe in Big Sur.  So much to see and experience.  Time to get cracking!