All’s well that ends well

I could say I’m disappointed in myself.

Then again, I could also say that I took very good care of myself under extreme conditions.

It was very HOT at Burning Man.

The sun was so strong you could feel it beating down on you and drying you out.

I opted to hang out in the shade when it was super hot so I missed certain mid day activities:

Scotchfest
Transfoamation
Saunadome
Men in Skirts

So most of my Burning Man adventures are from night time activities – going to clubs like Spanky’s and HOTD (Hair of the Dog), biking the playa, getting lost, drinking and flirting.

I’d say I am disappointed in myself, but I didn’t wind up having to be taken care of by my camp mates, or worse yet, having to be taken to the medics at Rampart.

Anyway, for me this burn was about community, and was all that I wished for when I first went to Burning Man in 2015 and got ditched.

People to do stuff with
Hugs to share
Fun times for everyone
Rolling on the playa with a crew

In that respect, I was wildly successful, and not the least bit disappointed in my burn!

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Burning Man 2017: Burning Man Expectations

It’s IMPOSSIBLE for me to contemplate Burning Man expectations without thinking of the prophetic words of my Fearless Leader Twisty.

He told me it’s best to just let things evolve on the playa and not try to plan too much.

Did I listen to him?

Not the first year, I didn’t.

I had a WHOLE SCHEDULE filled with plans and activities I wanted to participate in.

Very few actually materialized.

I got to go to the temple and write my messages on the walls.

I went to Scotchfest solo.

And I got washed at the Human Carasss Wash.

That’s about it.

Most of the time I was lonely looking for friends to do stuff with.

My second year was better. I was scheduled to bake cookies for playa interactivity.

Everything else was UP IN THE AIR.

And I had a great time although I do feel like I should’ve done more exploring, less staying at home relaxing in the Motorbeast.

This year, I have a few things on my short list of THINGS TO DO:

Go to Transfoamation and dance in the foam.

Attend Scotchfest. With friends.

Watch the Rite of Spring.

Go to the wedding of my Fearless Leaders.

Short list, eh?

Should be something I can accomplish.

Burning Man 2015 Flashback: Scotchfest

Mystical Mysfits Village at 4:30 and B held a Scotchfest celebration at Burning Man 2015.

The “price” of admission was a bottle of scotch.

I managed to navigate my way there all by myself. I was so proud.

I sat and chatted with people while we waited for the ice to arrive.

Scotchfest was taking place during a wicked duststorm.

The man in charge was GORGEOUS and wearing my old school tartan in a green and blue kilt with no shirt, a tanned chest, and a perfectly muscular body.

I nearly creamed myself when I saw him.

He had dark wavy hair with bright blue eyes and looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine instead of in a dusty den in the Nevada desert.

He poured me my first drink – a lovely, peaty Lagavulin.

After that, I sampled a few more scotches – Laphroig, Caol Ila, Glenmorangie, and God I forget the rest.

At one point I went up to him to get a pour of Bowmore Black Rock (I’m not kidding, it was called Black Rock scotch). I was putting on chapstick just when he turned to look at me and I got flustered and dropped the chapstick cap straight down my cleavage (which is impressive).scotchfest3 scotchfest1I paused for a moment.

“You want me to get it?” he joked with a grin that made my knees weak.

“No,” I squeaked. “I can get it. Some Bowmore, please,” and with that my humiliation was complete.

scotchfest4Only me folks, only me.

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Scotchfest

Mystical Mysfits Village at 4:30 and B held a Scotchfest celebration at Burning Man 2015.

The “price” of admission was a bottle of scotch.

I managed to navigate my way there all by myself. I was so proud.

I sat and chatted with people while we waited for the ice to arrive.

Scotchfest was taking place during a wicked duststorm.

The man in charge was GORGEOUS and wearing my old school tartan in a green and blue kilt with no shirt, a tanned chest, and a perfectly muscular body.

I nearly creamed myself when I saw him.

He had dark wavy hair with bright blue eyes and looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine instead of in a dusty den in the Nevada desert.

He poured me my first drink – a lovely, peaty Lagavulin.

After that, I sampled a few more scotches – Laphroig, Caol Ila, Glenmorangie, and God I forget the rest.

At one point I went up to him to get a pour of Bowmore Black Rock (I’m not kidding, it was called Black Rock scotch). I was putting on chapstick just when he turned to look at me and I got flustered and dropped the chapstick cap straight down my cleavage (which is impressive).scotchfest3 scotchfest1I paused for a moment.

“You want me to get it?” he joked with a grin that made my knees weak.

“No,” I squeaked. “I can get it. Some Bowmore, please,” and with that my humiliation was complete.

scotchfest4Only me folks, only me.

scotchfest5

Scotchfest

Mystical Mysfits Village at 4:30 and B held a Scotchfest celebration at Burning Man 2015.

The “price” of admission was a bottle of scotch.

I managed to navigate my way there all by myself. I was so proud.

I sat and chatted with people while we waited for the ice to arrive.

Scotchfest was taking place during a wicked duststorm.

The man in charge was GORGEOUS and wearing my old school tartan in a green and blue kilt with no shirt, a tanned chest, and a perfectly muscular body.

I nearly creamed myself when I saw him.

He had dark wavy hair with bright blue eyes and looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine instead of in a dusty den in the Nevada desert.

He poured me my first drink – a lovely, peaty Lagavulin.

After that, I sampled a few more scotches – Laphroig, Caol Ila, Glenmorangie, and God I forget the rest.

At one point I went up to him to get a pour of Bowmore Black Rock (I’m not kidding, it was called Black Rock scotch). I was putting on chapstick just when he turned to look at me and I got flustered and dropped the chapstick cap straight down my cleavage (which is impressive).scotchfest3 scotchfest1I paused for a moment.

“You want me to get it?” he joked with a grin that made my knees weak.

“No,” I squeaked. “I can get it. Some Bowmore, please,” and with that my humiliation was complete.

scotchfest4Only me folks, only me.

scotchfest5