Wet towel

I went to a birthday party this past weekend to celebrate my dear friend Nadine’s birthday.

I got her a beautiful custom crafted peacock travel mug.

There’s nothing better than going to a party at Nadine’s.

She thinks of every detail.

This time around there was German beer, French champagne, a bar with a bartender, and FIRE SPINNERS.

I wore my peacock corset, a teal steampunk skirt and a sheer black blouse:

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when I was invited to jump in the hot tub with friends late in the evening.

Why, I don’t mind if I do.

I stripped, wrapped a towel around me and jumped into the hot tub for a soak.

Four other people jumped in with me.

And as we sat there, the fire spinners set up and started to spin fire right in front of our very eyes.

Believe me when I say this:  There is little better than relaxing in a hot tub watching fire spinning.

To quote my Australian friend Charlie, “It was GLORIOUS!”

After the show wrapped up, I got out of the hot tub only to realize that my towel, which was next to the hot tub, was soaking wet because all the bodies in the hot tub caused the water to spill over and soak into my towel.

I had two options – wrap a cold, wet towel around my naked body and head inside or dash naked through the crowd.

I wrapped that cold, wet towel around my body and dashed inside for my clothes.

Mama didn’t raise no fool.

Me and the Swede

michelleOooooohhhhh.

I talked to the Swede again.

And by talk, I mean text.

And by Swede, I mean genuinely, authentically from Sweden.

He’s tall and handsome and kisses like his life depends on it.

It’s sooooooo good.

We went on a first date a few months ago when he was visiting the Bay Area for work.

We said goodnight without kissing goodbye.

We went on a second date a little later and again said goodbye without kissing goodnight.

Then something came over us on the third date.

Perhaps he figured “why not at least TRY kissing her?”

I know I thought I’d been friend zoned.

Then he kissed me and WOW!

Perfection!

So he’s coming back to the Bay Area in May.

And if he can swing it, he might be here for UnSCruz which I’ve described as a moveable party with fire spinning, music, dance, art, performance, and community.

There’s even a wedding this time around!

I think he was intrigued.

So cross your fingers that he can arrange his travel and make it to UnSCruz.

It’ll be a hell of a time, I’ll tell you that!

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I want fire spinning on my birthday!

You would not BELIEVE how fun a burner* birthday party is.

I went to a party this past weekend in Livermore.  Two longtime burners, twins so-to-speak, were sharing a birthday party.

As I lounged in the backyard amid big fluffy kitties and a nice little fire pit, I got to watch some spinners practice their art.

Watermelon poi.  Squirrel poi.  It was a BLAST!

The party was thumping. People were dancing.  I was sure one of the neighbors would call the cops.

But it appears the neighbors were chill with the action because no cops showed up.  I can’t tell you how impressive that is considering that there was live fire dancing in the street.  Woot!

The twins sat down to open presents and since it was an F-word themed party (everything needed to start with the letter f – feather, fur, flowers, etc) our gifts to the birthday girls were things like frou frou, fascinators, and frames.  My favorite present had to be a framed picture of FUCKING FLAMINGOS.  As in flamingos in the act of fucking.  It was AWESOME!

Of course, I brought FLOWERS for the birthday girls and I wore faux fur, feathers, and flip flops.

All in all, it was SO MUCH FUCKING FUN!

But the BEST present of the night?

FRIENDS.

*And by burner I mean Burning Man burner not 420 burner.  Some people get confused.

Heaven & Hell

The Heaven & Hell (aka Angels & Demons) party was incredible.

As usual.

There were LOTS OF DEMONS and only a few angels.

One birthday girl dressed up as a devil in the blue dress. The other birthday girl was a black demon.

My costume came together nicely, including the black garters I wore with thigh high stockings.  Later, Tejas attempted to show a new friend how the clips on garters work so I lifted my skirt to demonstrate.  However, he couldn’t get them to work and I wasn’t about to stand there with my skirt up waiting patiently for him to figure it out.  Next time, Tejas.  🙂

IMG_8879It took me a good 30 minutes to get my black sclera contact lenses into my eyes. Here I am with one lens in:

scleraTejas took me to the party, even though he wasn’t feeling well. He was dressed as a priest with a full Roman collar, plus a kilt. And I have it on good authority that he was going regimental under that kilt.

michelle and tejasWhen we arrived, with tequila and Fireball in hand, a woman was setting up the catering for the event and she did an awesome job. There was a ton of food for everyone to nosh on.

And the costumes? Oh, the costumes.

One guy wore his devils tail in the front, cuz…. you know.

Another partygoer had on a white jumpsuit with a halo which he had built himself with flashing lights.

Another guest wore red vinyl pants with black fur trim. AND YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT VINYL!!!

Wings were de rigeur, with everyone, including myself, sporting a pair.

michelleSadly, before the festivities got really underway I had to leave because Tejas started to have an allergy attack.

But there was fire spinning, flogging, and lots and lots of shenanigans.

Too. Much. Fun.

Just another Burner Party

I went to a toga-themed Silicon Village meeting a few weeks ago.

Meeting = boring, right?

Wrong.

At this meeting there were costumes, fire spinning, hooping, and so much more it made my head spin.

 

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 This is what I love about burner parties.

They’re a little Alice in Wonderland meets Mad Max.

cheshireA little Apocalypse Now meets ABBA.

And in case you haven’t already figured it out, I like a little fantasy and role play with my social events. It adds a little fun and creativity to the activities that wouldn’t normally be there.

Everyone loves a good costume. And everyone loves dressing up in costume. It’s a way to let your inner child out to play without fear of consequences or judgments.

With the Village, it’s Halloween once-a-month.

So yeah, I’ll keep going to these meetings and enjoying the smorgasbord of delicacies that are offered – costumes, role play, music, hooping, fire spinning, and so much more.

If there’s a rabbit hole to be gone down, I’m happy to dive in….

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