I’m at critical massive, the northwest burning man. It’s the lull between the day, and dinner, and going out tonight. Traveler and I are chilling with Quinky girl and Jonah and members of camp. And it’s perfect.
People are trailing off in their evening burning man wear, something a little bit hippy, a little bit fetish, a bit long skirt and a whole lot of shiny.
I have a belly full of pot roast and plans to have a good time, and we’re all a bit sleepy. We’ll rally soon.
I just feel content. I don’t care where we go. I don’t care what we do. Heh that’s an 80’s lyric.
Take me with you. 🙂