The adventure never ends

I must be going to Burning Man.

I know that I’ve made up my mind to go because I bought a Burner Express ticket from Black Rock City to Reno/Tahoe Airport at the end of the burn.

Aaaaannnd I bought my flight home.

I will literally arrive at 7 am and immediately head out to my son’s final MRI to prep him for his dermoid cyst removal surgery.

And then his surgery is the next day.

I know what you’re thinking.

You’re thinking, didn’t she say she felt unbalanced and needed to equalize in order to go to the burn?

Why yes, I did say that.

I would not be going to the Burn if I felt like I wasn’t doing better.

I’m so high on anti-anxiety meds I can’t even worry about a hangnail.

Sure, this may impact my drinking.

I may not consume as much as I usually do when I’m on vacation, but that’s a good thing.

So here’s the plan:

Thursday: Load up the Motorbeast with Tejas.

Friday: Drive to Reno in the Motorbeast and stay with my sister.

Saturday: Head into Black Rock City as early as possible. Expect 4 – 8 hour lines, even with Early Arrival.

Sunday through Sunday: Enjoy Burning Man (check out Scotchfest, enjoy the Saunadome, visit my friends in Ali Bar Bar, watch the man burn, get my cocksucking certificate for the 4th year in a row, ride on the Partysnail, check out the Slut Olympics. . .)

Monday: Leave on the Burner Express bus to go back to Reno and stay at my sister’s house (enjoy the hot tub after a thorough washing in her waterfall shower).

Tuesday: Fly home at butt-crack-o’clock in the morning. . .

And then the work begins as I look after my little boy (he’s 6’3” but he’s still little to me).

The adventure never ends. . .

 

 

Sleeping on airplanes

I have NEVER.

Not EVEN ONCE.

Fallen asleep on an airplane.

Believe you me, it’s like TORTURE not being able to sleep.

All those hours ticking by, slowly, with my body contorted into an uncomfortable sitting position.

Pressure on my poor broken tailbone.

All the blood in my body pooling in my feet.

I am DETERMINED to fall asleep on my flight to Sweden.

Number one, because I want to shorten the long flight.

And number two, because I want to avoid jet lag.

So I have an arsenal of medications to soothe me.

First of all, I have my good pal Lorazepam.

I take it on every flight I go on, just to take the edge off.

Haven’t fallen asleep yet, but wait. . .

I also have my pal Melatonin.

6 mg of that puppy should put me on the edge of lullaby land.

And if that isn’t enough, I plan to consume my friends Benadryl and Dramamine.

Because those fuckers ALWAYS make me sleepy when I’m having an allergy attack or trying to avoid motion sickness.

Do I want the less drowsy formulas?

No fucking way!

Only full drowsiness for me.

The bottom line is that I am prepared to force my body to fall asleep at 3 pm PST and wake up at 9 am Stockholm time (12 am PST).

I may turn into a slug and melt into my seat, but by God, I will get some rest!

Off I go. . .

Today I leave for Sweden.

I am so excited I can barely contain myself.

The only reason I’m not jumping out of my skin with enthusiasm is that the flights are 9 and 3 hours long.

With a 2 hour layover in Iceland.

Oh boy.

I am not the world’s most chill airplane traveler, despite the fact that I’ve flown small planes.

For some reason, although I know it’s a big, safe sky bus, it makes me nervous.

And when I get nervous, I pick at my nails.

And I REALLY don’t want to ruin my Swedish manicure.

Yeah, I bought blue and yellow gel nail polish and yellow striping and I gave myself a Swedish manicure.

Just because I can.

So cross your fingers, say a prayer, and think good thoughts for me as I rocket through the skies toward Stockholm.

Excited!