It’s my LEAST favorite kind of weather at Burning Man.

It’s windy.

And all that wind kicks up the dust.

White out conditions?

We got ’em!

Enough dust in the sky so we can’t see the sun?


Getting every molecule of your body covered in dust?


I’m hunkering down in Tejas’ RV right now.

Avoiding the outdoors.

My hair feels like straw

There’s a fine coating of dust over my entire body.

All I’m dreaming of is my sister’s waterfall shower.

How good will it feel to get clean again?

Fucking awesome.

Just so you know, here’s a clip of the weather when Tejas and I waited at Gate for 4 hours for entry the Saturday BEFORE Burning Man started.

Le sigh.

Pigpen head

I had NO IDEA how bad my hair would get at Burning Man.

Foolishly, I assumed I’d always be able to run a brush through it.


Playa hair happens when the alkaline dust of the playa gets kicked up into your hair and causes it to turn into a rat’s nest.

I kid you not. I couldn’t even poke a finger into my hair it was so bad.

It’s like dry spaghetti and insulation had sex and the baby landed on my head.

Definitely not something you want to walk around wearing.

The only saving grace is that EVERYONE was walking around with playa head. So I had that going for me.

Let me tell you, it can’t be easy to get a blow job from a girl with playa hair. You go to grab her hair and you get handfuls of crunchy noodles. Dust falls out.

If you pat me on the head, a dust cloud formed.

Kinda like Pigpen.

THAT is playa hair.

Here is my playa hair BEFORE my blowout in the Default World:

hairAnd that’s AFTER I washed and conditioned it when I got home.  Shocking, I know.

And here I am AFTER my blowout.  Ahh, much better!