Writing this blog...

.... sprawled out across a leather couch somewhere in San Francisco. Patrick, Matthew and I are staying with John, our new Burning Friend, for a few days...

As always, Burning Man was fantastic, exciting adventure... Matthew, once again, caravaned across the country with a trailer full of kids he did not know. Pat and I drove in together, I got to watch him roll around in Playa dust....

Had the best neighbors this year! Pimped out bus full of kids from Eugene Oregon let us set-up our tents in their bus-shade... Our other nextdoor neighbor, Squirrel, rollerbladed all the way from Arcadia California just to attend Burning Man. I really do believe that Squirrel is a brilliant homeless skitzo who snuck into Burning Man somehow... he would play his guitar in the morning and we would give him food to eat. Also camped next to a guy worth twenty-million dollars who stocked up on an entire freezer full of vegan icecream (which Matt absolutely loved)....

So much happened - I cannot really attempt to recreate a week like that! John the Zebra -Bohemian Rhapsody with Europeans in Steam Bath - Mushrooms and the Moon - Meat and Bewbs - Bloody Mary's at the Vomiting Sparrow - Pink Mammoth - Pimp-my-porta-potty! - Dust Storms at Tracy's tent - Pat's double Tequila shots at the Misfits bar - The Man Burn (Why is he made out of wood? Why do they burn a man?!) Artiste!? Monkey Chant! Hugging my boyfriend - Cubatron with 3D glasses - Balinese Band.... Sitting alone in the dark, drinking red wine, handing out necklaces, watching glowing taillights wash over the winding road out of Black Rock....

First year felt like: Growth, adventure, new-ness
Second year: Sandstorms and Relationships
Third Year: Home and belonging somewhere