I’ve got 10 events in 10 days at work so I’m reposting some old content I find funny. New content will resume on February 6th.
Reposted from 2018:
It takes less then 24 hours for the playa to destroy your brand new gel manicure.
I’m not kidding.
My nails are destroyed.
My perfectly blown out hair is a hot mess.
Playa dust sticks to everything, including your hair, making it sticky and hyper-texturized so much so that you can barely run a brush through your hair.
If you shower, you need to IMMEDIATELY dry your hair or risk absorbing all the dust in the air into your freshly washed hair.
I learned this the hard way when I went on a bike ride into deep playa during a dust storm in 2015 right after I washed my hair in camp.
My dust storm this week happened while I was riding home with a friend from 9:00 and A to 6:00 and E (the long way, not the Esplanade way).
We rode our bikes to Tejas’ RV.
In a dust storm.
Riding into the wind.
When I arrived at the RV, My eyebrows and my formerly jet black lashes were “playa dust white.”
And yet, despite the elements, playa women look magically sexy and beautiful.
And I’m not talking about the ones who look like they’re fresh from the default world.
No, I’m talking about the ones who look like they’ve been up all night dancing in a dust storm at Opulent Temple.
I’m talking about the ones who look a little “rode hard and put away wet” but also wear a smile that could power a million light bulbs.
That’s where true beauty lies.