Ok time for my big show right? You know that thing I always harp about people not doing enough…. Preproduction….this time even I knew I had about half done that was needed. Instead of having 2 lav mics we had one…. and it didn’t work well. Even after a full day of driving to audio repair shops and music stores we barley had it working. Our best chance was on the mini attachment mic that Fox had brought.

After and hour of tent setup and crushing my thumb on a wrench a women comes out and tell us we have to move since we are on reserved space. We apologize and are about to pack up when the leader of Glitter camp comes back. She says if we move our tents along the blue flags we be good to stay, while unbuttoning her shirt…..She opens her shirt revealing 2 small firm breast. She continues to say that all be good but someone better suck on her nipples….. In a mix of hospitality and hormones Fox and I oblige. Not a moment to soon because the rain starts to POUR! The first rain I have ever seen at the man.

Starting the week with a total failure in audio lead to failure in attitude. Something my crew could not recover from with everything else so quickly planned. The careful groundwork crashes to ashes like the well built man on fire. The emotions overcome the structure. Burning Man is a dreamland filled with nightmares. But the pain of the physical and mental is no match for this utopia. But the rain might be….
From then on out I give up on the show and decide to have a great time. And what a time it was! Lets see if I can remember AND share

Once the heavy rain stops I hear massive yelling from around the city. I pull myself put of my tent and see a double rainbow in the distance. The slight is one hell of a sign.

While raining some temporary neighbors set up camp where we were. We warn them through our tent windows of the reserved space and how we got to stay here.
At one point I pull my home made skirt up and show my underwear to return the favor of our new temporary neighbors who are soon kicked out.

Fox and I head out after I put on my pope hat and Lab coat, and we say to meet at the tower. I go to the nearby tower the long way since my bike has no breaks. Once I get there Fox never shows up. This is not an easy place to find your friends. No cell phones! The clouds break while I stand on top of a human ant farm. The view of the temple and playa hits me hard. So hard I don’t have to kick myself for not having a camera.

I continue to explore all the towers in the city till I find fox at the top of the danger tower at center camp.

We ride into a game of Beer Baseball. Many miss the beer tossed at them and have to drink it. I pick up a bat with a saw blade in the middle. A car pulls up to the field not knowing the danger. The pitcher lets go of the beer and it flies through the air. It gets closer to hitting my legs but I take a step back and use the momentum to swing the blade directly into its path. The can nearly splits in two and I have but sips to drink. Someone mentions that only the pope could swing like that. Sometimes years of baseball as a youth have purpose.

Day 2

Melissa and I try and shoot the show but our hearts are not. Its such a failure we head back early and call it a day.

I head back out and get molested for wearing bee underwear when I go past bee camp. Another topless girl wants to join me later for dancing but I never see her again. My bike lock stops working at this point and is forever locked rubbing against the spokes.

Day 3

I eat some delicious cookies and ride my bike to the edge of the city, when it breaks. I walk my bike rental to the repair shop and they tell me to bring gifts for such repair. When I come home I see glitter camp up and running. I offer to help out for our awesome camping spots and I am handed a bottle of gel glitter which I then rub on the nearest topless girl. Its only then that I fully stop moping about the show and really put in some quality volunteer time. Once we run out of people to glitter-fy I put all those years of tabling at college to use. ” come make yourself and the world a bit brighter at glitter camp” I yell…in my underwear and utility belt, cover in blue glitter. Somehow…… it works and nearly 90% of those I talk to want me to rub glitter all over them. The other 10% say they will come back tomorrow. Some even do!

After I try and fail miserably to get the glitter off, I join one of my glitter-ets, Molly and friends for a night that puts me more at peace with the universe. The stars are all shooting tonight. The photons from every object hit my body like soft joy.

Day 4

I walk my Bike to the repair shop again with gifts, only to see they are shut down. I leave my broken bike with the broken lock at center camp nearby with my pope hat on it. I can’t imagine anyone be able to take this bike.

I join my new friends and Molly but soon after we hit the dance floor and I take my clothes off, I have to save a friend who took to little to much to drink. When he stops drinking water we don’t hesitate to get the black rock medical rangers to help. NO COPS needed.

Day 5 – Birthday MAN BURN

I stop by ice cream camp and get a huge cone of chocolate ice cream. There I am joined by a new friend. We stop by bingo camp who need things like people stuffing their pants, naked couples and shirt cockers to fill their cards. They think I am stuffing my underwear. I tell them if they have someone to check they can know for certain. The girl on the loudspeaker doesn’t hesitate to check out and clear me from their packing accusations.

A giant art car passes by with a young girl flashing her breast at request of the bingo group. Dianna and I rush on while Nikki is lost in the rush to jump on the car that more resembles a runaway train.

We dance on the top of the bus until they stop.

When we get off we decide to celebrate my birthday the only natural way. Butt naked We jump on a trampolines and get to the top of a tower with many spectators….

The cookies I had an hour before hand prepare me for the Burning of the Man. While the structure starts to go up I run out of space on my camera and have to erase footage like a madman! While surrounded by cranes and thousands of burners, a dust storm kicks up.

The difficultly of choosing shots permanently is heartbreaking. But to not record the Man falling on my 14mm 2.8 is even more a tragedy. The Man burns down and falls. I go to bed early.

Day 6- The TEMPLE

Black Rock city is no longer black rock city after the man goes down. Everyone is packing up and I do the same after helping others. Hoping it stays as warm as the other past 2 nights, where I found pants quite the hassle. Painfully, it gets so cold I have to rush and return home in the freezing desert to put on warm clothes before the temple goes up in flames. Each step is painful. At our rate there is no way we are going to make it back in time, Especially since the mushrooms kick in! But we are saved by an Art golf cart! I find out what time we plan to leave the next day and run to the temple as its already on fire. I watch it burn to the ground like the week, Like my show, like my love.

If only the world loved The Man a quarter as much as I do, success be mine. It’s the same love that makes me not afraid of annihilation. I think after a year it is time to abstain on my drug of choice.

Yet still the best place to be and one of the best week / birthdays of my life. Just wait till I find acceptable footage to put online.