Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Back From Burning Man

So I'm back from Burning Man.

(This is The Man about to burn. He's the green neon thing in the middle of the fireworks.)

I haven't written about it yet because I can't seem to get my head around it. Every time I try to explain it to someone I feel like I'm either coming up short or talking in cliches.

It was truly one of the craziest, weirdest, most intense experiences I've ever had. In hindsight, it wasn't so bad. In fact, as the days pass, I think I want to go back. But that's not how I felt when I woke up on Saturday and went for a bike ride around The Playa with Maura. (Pictured here)

Our first stop was the Center Camp Cafe where you can buy a cup of coffee. Not that you'd want one because it's a hundred f*cking degrees out. Anyway, coffee and ice are the only things you can buy at Burning Man. Everything else is "gifted." Which means if you want something you need to learn how to ask for it. Not an easy thing for someone like me who hates to ask for stuff. But the whole idea of Burning Man is "radical self-reliance." So relying on yourself to have the guts to ask someone for what you want is part of the weekend. Ugh.

When Maura and I got to Center Camp there was some sort of free expression dance going on in the middle of the enormous, circus-size and circus-smelling tent. From what I could tell the point of this dance was to constantly be touching your partner with a part of your body -- not just your hands. This of course meant a lot of sweaty people were sticking their dirty faces in some one else's stinky armpit while a bunch of dudes with their balls hanging out sat around and watched. This is all Maura needed to see to want to get the fuck out of Dodge with me.

More to come...

4 comments:

Lisa said...

I'm so intrigued... more, more, more...

xo Lisa

Michelle said...

So, it's not the drug-addled sex-a-thon we've heard about here in Boston? What a relief. Your mother thought you were going to die for sure. Joan filled her with the usual crazy stories, but then she talked to her neighbor, this young artist guy. Told him where you were going and he reacted with naked alarm. Told her a friend of a friend disappeared from there, forever. That wasn't good. So, call your mother already.

rustyboy said...

F*cking hippy.

MIRTH3 said...

i am really enjoying reading your blog from honolulu. going cold turkey from vito has been like kicking crack. i'm flying home at thanksgiving and am looking forward to seeing everyone. thanks for keeping me up to date with the blog! (like you're only writing it for me, of course!) i also think it's hilarious that you went to burning man surrounded by tv stars in a pimped out motorhome. since i'm working with an ensemble cast too, maybe i'll have to take michael emmerson dolphin watching with me or something. haha. xo, meredith