Saturday, September 05, 2009

Survival of the freakiest

Yesterday, the delightfully hilarious Dirt Princess and I returned from a several day camping trip in the desert.

This wasn't just any camping trip- we went to the Burning Man festival in Black Rock City (Nevada). It's a place where artists and creators of all sorts go to congregate and be free to exress themselves anually. Boy, do they ever know how to let loose.

More on the details later when I'm a bit more rested and not using my nearly dead iPhone to type with...

But I will say this: My third morning there, I woke up, walked down the sandy lane to the porta potty, and saw a scene that proved you can do whatever you want in Black Rock City.

An older man was standing in front of the bathrooms, naked, holding up his bicycle, blowing his nose.

I just giggled and did my business and decided that diving into the cultural experience was my best bet for survival out there.


Anonymous said...

honk the horn and catsup comes out.

The Ambiguous Blob said...

So... my art car is just out front. It's the one that looks like me. Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Le Meems said...

I electrocuted myself

Anonymous said...

I'm anticipating photos, since that seems to be what the BMF is all aboot, lassie.