I arranged with my supervisor to get off work early Friday the 24th so that I could get to the Burning Man Pre-Party at Cathy’s house. She was arranging quite the spread, there were to be tons of great people there, and good times were to be had by all. These expectations were met and exceeded. thebombmom isn’t just a clever name…
I crashed at Panda’s, then we woke around 3am or so to bust the fuck out. It’s late as I type this, and at the time I didn’t exactly have a lot of sleep under my belt, nor was I exactly what one might describe as sober. It was fucking early. We needed to get over the grapevine before the sun came up. We succeeded in this endeavor. I bought junk food in the gas stations that I’d never put in my body, typically. But I needed sustenance. The rule of riding shotgun in mostly’s vehicle is that you be awake 100% of the time. I was nodding off on the way up until I got some coffee, then I was set.
In the truck were mostly, Pat, and Julia. mostly drove the WHOLE WAY, because he’s hot shit. Pat and Julia in the back made the trip completely and totally enjoyable, the entire way up. I have known mostly for 14 years, I met Julia at Burning Man in 2001, and I had known Pat for about a week or so. My spectrum was complete. *BLISS*
We arrived in Reno on Saturday afternoon, got in to our rooms, showered, relaxed, gambled, drank, bought supplies, connected to the internet, drank, ate food, christened the trailer (Brave, The Third), drank…Â It was a great time.
The next destination on Sunday (after eating buffet, because food so readily available and bountiful wouldn’t be around for a week) was Black Rock City…
*TO BE CONTINUED *