I woke up in our RV at about 3 PM - hungover, naturally. The sweltering desert heat didn't really bother me as I managed to stumble out of bed and whip up some munch. I headed over to our neighbour's place, anxious to start a new day in the desert.
They had a hookah set up - one with eight hoses. They were packing bowls of sheesha and chronic (though it was some very bunk American chronic, mind you.) We all got pretty ripped, then decided to head out onto the main strip.
We cruised around checking out the craziness that could be seen - a massive mechanical hand that changed when you put yours into a mold, a 30-foot tall giant milk carton, a two hundred foot temple constructed entirely of wood. It was endless.
Finally the sun set below the mountains in the distance and the desert was instantly cast into darkness. We knew it was time to get our drank on. This guy called to us from a bar, and we headed over, stoked. He mentioned free alcohol, but then checked his watch - the bar was still closed. He walked off, but I shouted to this other bartender "do you still have free liquor?!"
She let us in through the back door and onto the dance floor before anyone showed up. She poured us some shots of some glowing drink, which started our buzz. We partied for a bit, then left, onto the next bar.
We made stops at the dozens of different bars around the main strip, meeting all the drunken bartenders and partying it up. The drinks were all served free - money isn't used on the Playa. After that, we decided to hop onto one of the mobile bars - in this case, a giant duck that shot lazers, converted into a 2 story open bar. We took some shots on there while it drove us across the desert and stepped off in front of a massive club that was blasting intense music.
On the way there we saw three guys biking around in circles stark naked. They all weighed about three hundred pounds, and were talking about when they lost their virginity. Only at Burning Man. . .
We stepped in and busted out hard while being nearly deafened and blinded by the lights and music. The bass was vibrating the entire desert floor. We were drunk as fuck for the mostpart though, and didn't really care. Soon after though a massive clubbing session, though, one of the dust storms started up.
I'd forgotten my goggles and saw little shelter around me. As the dust really picked up, I found myself unable to see even feet in front of me. I jumped into the only shelter I could find - an outhouse. Dust even flew in through the vents, though, so I left and stumbled around blindly until I managed to find my RV. I made it in, poured another drink, and then passed out, ready for another day of insanity.
No comments:
Post a Comment