Burning Man, part 13

I got a ride on a weirdly tall bicycle up 2 to Intertidal. Someone gave me an ice-cold grape Otter Pop.

The swimming pool was gloriously cold, one of those child’s inflatable pools that was just large enough to sit in up to my neck. I was alone there for a while, and it was blissful. In the heat, I dried off almost immediately.

I got another ride back to The Man and walked across the playa to Media Mecca for another round of cocktails. Yet again, we were hit with a huge storm, this time so bad I had trouble breathing. News started to filter through that the storm had delayed the burning of Crude Awakening which was now scheduled for after the Man tomorrow night.

Dinner at camp. Went to bed early in the hammock strung up in the camp dome, but heard that Paul Oakenfeld would be playing at the Opulent Temple club on 2 o’clock and Esplanade sometime early in the morning, so around 1am, when I awoke with all the noise around me, I dressed and wandered out again. I jumped onto a passing art car and bizarrely, the hand reaching for me to help me up was Denis, who Doug and I met at Harbin a few weeks before.

We went off to the club and danced on the platform above the crowd. (Image cc courtesy of enpointe.)

Later I decided I was too tired and headed for home, only to discover all the wonderful people I’d met from Flaming Lotus Girls sitting around the Illumination Village fire. Ended up sitting next to them and getting fabulously drunk on red wine, tipping some down Mills’ cleavage when she wouldn’t stop singing “Tie Me Kangaroo Down” at me.

I even went out again in search of the mythical steam bath at Camp Carp, discovered it but no steam engine, wandered back and on my way ran into Dave and Alison from FireDrums. Had a wonderful talk with them, went home, chatted by the fire again until silly o’clock and watched the sun rise with

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. Slept.