After years of almost making it happen, I'm finally going....to Burning Man. Tomorrow.
So tonight my apartment looks like the circus is passing through. At this very moment I see before me sparkly silver platform boots, florescent wigs, a lunar-chic jacket (think Hollywood starlet meets Martian), fishnet stockings in every shade of the rainbow, a bike adorned in fancy pink and white fur and piles on top of piles of dresses that fall somewhere in between fabulous and trashy. I take back the circus analogy--this is drag queen heaven.
The plan is to arrive on Wednesday and leave Sunday, returning to San Francisco on Monday. Anything could happen in between...and I mean anything. I'll report back upon my return to civilization.
So tonight my apartment looks like the circus is passing through. At this very moment I see before me sparkly silver platform boots, florescent wigs, a lunar-chic jacket (think Hollywood starlet meets Martian), fishnet stockings in every shade of the rainbow, a bike adorned in fancy pink and white fur and piles on top of piles of dresses that fall somewhere in between fabulous and trashy. I take back the circus analogy--this is drag queen heaven.
The plan is to arrive on Wednesday and leave Sunday, returning to San Francisco on Monday. Anything could happen in between...and I mean anything. I'll report back upon my return to civilization.
To be honest, I'm a little scared...
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While you were writing this post, the man was burning without you! :(
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