Running on Empty

I left for Burning Man Saturday afternoon with Nadine and her kid, riding in Nadine’s RV.

We left around 6 pm.

We finally pulled off onto the playa at 4:12 am, nearly 12 hours later.

As luck would have it, we pulled into our parking space at our camp at 6:15 am, meaning it took us a mere 2 hours to get through Gate.

OMG!

The universe was working with us.

But I’m not surprised.

Nadine and I seem graced with good luck and serendipity.

I managed to catch a brief one and a half hour nap in the RV but overall, that was all the sleep I got in a 36 hour period.

I was ready to sleep Sunday night.

The first day at Burning Man is always a blur of setting up camp, day drinking, and reuniting with the camp community.

I cracked open a cold one once my tent was set up and enjoyed my Corona Premier (so named because apparently it’s lite beer, not REAL beer) while watching the city spring up around me.

I ate a can of little weenies fully expecting that would be the extent of my sausage experiences at Burning Man [HINT: it was].

burning man 2019My food bin, filled to the brim with snacks and booze, managed to make it to the playa with zero casualties.

As hot as it was (it was in the 90s the entire time we were there), I managed to stay cool in the shade and before I knew it, I was going for a ride with Nadine and scoping out some of the awesome art and cars out on playa:

Not shabby at all for my first day at Burning Man, running off of 90 minutes of sleep!

Juplaya Day 1: Getting there and drinking heavily

IMG_6805The first thing you need to know about Juplaya is that just getting there is an adventure. The roads are long and windy and filled with hazards – like suicidal bunnies, cows, and big fucking RVs/trailers driving very slow.

Illiana, Tejas and I left the Bay Area at 11 am. We arrived in Gerlach at 8 pm.

I almost got carsick on the drive there.

IMG_6806We arrived just in time to get dinner at Bruno’s Country Club which closes at 8 pm.

IMG_6817My first glimpse of the playa had me giddy with happiness. I snapped a pic of me with the playa in the background.

IMG_6812After dinner we all got to drinking in Bruno’s Bar which stayed open late to accommodate the crowds.

Their gin and tonics were The Bomb. I think between Illiana and Tejas and 1 we drank about 15 G&Ts.

It’s hard to take pictures when you’re drunk.

IMG_6843I was wearing my Orgasm Donor tee shirt which generated some comments – the most obvious being men asking me for a donation. Clever, oh so clever. But it’s a good way to meet cowboys.

IMG_6847We went to the playa but it was too wet to go out. It was also thundering and lightening all around it. It was Mother Nature at her best and angriest and she was glorious.

Here I am on the playa for the first time – July 3, 2015.

IMG_6850It should be noted that playa mud is unlike any other. It’s like wet clay that sticks to you the more you walk in it. I stepped outside for just a minute and before I knew it, my shoe was coated in sticky mud.

IMG_6856Illiana took a spill on the playa in the slick clay-like mud. Tejas had a good chuckle over that one. 18 years she’s been coming to the playa and it can still bring her to her knees.

Poor Illy!

IMG_6852After our brief playa visit, we went to Joe’s Bar and had some whiskey there. That whiskey did us in.

IMG_6860Before we knew it, we were heading back to the converted military barracks that was Bruno’s Motel and we were hitting the hay.

Three guesses if we were hung over the next morning….