Two days until I leave for my first Burning Man experience
and I’m running trying to get all the last minute stuff down. I’m now the proud owner
of gold and purple shiny disco shorts, an orange tutu, a lavender wig, bunny
ears (borrowed from work), orange leg warmers, two different pairs of Steampunk style goggles, a
weird fake fur coat and an assortment of shiny, pokey bras and halter tops that
rival Madonna’s closet.
Yes, I am colorful and shiny -- and if I had more time and more
money, I may even be more bright and shiny. But I’m not exactly a Sparkle
Pony. I might just be the Sparkle Pegasus, especially as I’m still worried
about the camping part and hoping I can handle the dust, sleeping in the dirt
and living outside for 4 days.
But let’s not worry about that now, because I have good
news! I have a ride from the Reno
airport to the Playa!!! I’m very excited
about this, but don’t tell my mom because basically I’m doing modern day
hitchhiking.
I posted my desperate request for a ride on the Burning Man
message board and a random stranger agreed to pick me up and drive me the 4
hours to the Playa. Very cool – as long as you don’t think about all those
warnings you heard as a kid about accepting rides from strangers.
Her name is Tania – and she drives a Mini Cooper. So she must be safe, right? Because how many
mass murderers drive a mini? It’s a
super cool car owned by super cool people. Besides, where would they put the
chain saw?
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