Just when I'd resigned myself to a quiet week cat-sitting in Williamsburg instead of scrambling to get to Burning Man, I get this:
"hey witchbaby-
hope you're on priceline getting airline tix to reno,
cuz i'm saving a space for you in our vehicle...
menno's gonna make it out this year too, we've got
a ROCK&ROLL BAR W/ STAGE on the esplanade and
maybe even something mobile...
hope to see you soon...!"
!!
It's my friend Pete who saved last year's festival for me. See, I was down and depressed because everywhere I looked, it was lame naked people driving golf carts to their RVS with their dog dyed pink, or else scary dusty mean Mad Max staff-twirling cooler-than-thou types. "This festival really has gone down the tubes" I thought. Then I met Pete & Menno who had set up their own bare-bones Pus Bar and played garage music and we ran around in borrowed clothes and stayed up all night every night and had our own special time and it was great.
So once again I don't know what to do.
"hey witchbaby-
hope you're on priceline getting airline tix to reno,
cuz i'm saving a space for you in our vehicle...
menno's gonna make it out this year too, we've got
a ROCK&ROLL BAR W/ STAGE on the esplanade and
maybe even something mobile...
hope to see you soon...!"
!!
It's my friend Pete who saved last year's festival for me. See, I was down and depressed because everywhere I looked, it was lame naked people driving golf carts to their RVS with their dog dyed pink, or else scary dusty mean Mad Max staff-twirling cooler-than-thou types. "This festival really has gone down the tubes" I thought. Then I met Pete & Menno who had set up their own bare-bones Pus Bar and played garage music and we ran around in borrowed clothes and stayed up all night every night and had our own special time and it was great.
So once again I don't know what to do.