Me and baby jesus,
We take a trip and hold on tight,
Me and baby jesus,
We take a trip and ride.
Thus spaketh ‘Sheep on Drugs’ in their much lauded single, ‘Motorbike’.
I haven’t collected any Burning Man material or gathered and decompressed my thoughts yet, but in summary:
1. Pahrump Nevada is the new Black Rock City – it’s got bingo, it’s got coffin-dodgers, it’s got desert heat and fantastic lightning storms in the second biggest valley in the US, it’s got Aesop’s truck in a sleeper hold and it’s got a poolside scattered with leftover ‘rita fixings. And don’t even get me started on the buffet, dentally challenged locals and disproportionately swollen library with its one hour of free internet access per day.
2. One week Burning Man experience? Two week experience with a few gatherings? What cod. The experience never ends. The adventure always goes on. “Even in Pahrump?” I hear you ask. Especially in Pahrump. The adventures in Pahrump are so much sweeter given that they’re harder to find. And it’s got dust and Death Valley style heat in spades.
3. I have the shoes, I just need the bike. I need a motorbike. Really. Maybe I won’t be able to get one in time to drive it to Florida to meet my Dad and some disagreable blustery chump called Ivan, but I need a motorbike.
4. There is no four. There is only bingo waiting. Bingo is the new something or other.
5. What’s with this ‘_____ is the new _____’ thing? Neologisms are the new words.
6. Champagne and oysters. Whoever knew that they’d make you feel so bad in the morning? The Orbit Room, San Francisco is the place to go for cocktails, it’s official.
7. Hurrah for cryptic sixth points, and empty sevenths, and for cheering in general and for much needed ‘holidays’