Needless to say, Wednesday morning was a bit rough for me. I swore off alcohol for the rest of my life or until that Saturday; whichever came first. Once we finally got moving we decided to go say 'hi' to Watermelon and Cherubic. On the way who should we run into but the Petting Zoo crew on an art car clear over on our end of town.
I went up to greet them but they didn't seem to recognize me standing upright. One by one, they figured it out. "Oh my god - He's alive!" We had a brief but hearty reunion and they invited us to stop by the bar again later. Later that day was the one and only time I used my laptop. My friend Pepper (formerly of SAS) and Sarah were going to arrive from San Francisco on Friday night and I emailed to ask him to bring some vodka. Lots.
We did stop by the Zoo later that day. It felt great to have a place where people were genuinely happy to have you around. Ju-Hui had a couple beers while I nursed a water.
That night I was full of anticipation for the Great Canadian Beaver Eating Contest. Where else but Burning Man can one experience competition in its truest form? The thrill of victory - the agony of defeat! I knew the organizers didn't allow spectators, only contestants and cheerers. Since Ju-Hui declined to be my co-contestant and no other volunteers seemed to be forthcoming, I was resigned to cheering on others. When Ju-Hui and I got to the front of the queue, the bouncer demanded to know what our cheer was. Huh? He wanted some rehearsed, junior high "Two, four, six, eight..." kind of cheer. When we didn't have one he booted us out of line (fine I suppose...his event) but in a very snotty, condescending way that made me want to punch him in the face. Not cool. The next three groups of people got booted as well.
Oh well, there were a thousand other things to see and do that night and every night at BM.
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