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. . .