is this multiple name thing confusing anyone else??
texxx, goblin, rapist, hanson, rock'n'roll...
i'm now taking suggestions in the simplification department.
glammie sweetie, you described it oh so well.
the only epic moment i think you left out was friday night's show at the el circo dome.
sweeties... this dome is at least 60 feet across with a six-pointed star shaped stage that has fire going all around it. hel-LO! and if that isn't kabbalistic/alchemical enough for you... their final tableau from the show involved placing a flaming tree of life in a hole in the center of the stage. these kids are up to some SERIOUS shiz-nit!
i watched the whole show (not all of it was genius, mind you, but it had its moments) from atop a stack of speakers. i was serving white trash trucker glam effects (the red bandana stevie number) while standing next to the tribal goddessness of monica and cholla. niko in all his regality sat there, too, digi video camera in hand. i felt like we were part of the show ourselves - the ideal spectators. those feelings were confirmed the next day when people kept thanking me and congratulating me for the show even after i would tell them (more than once!) that i had absolutely nothing to do with it. finally i just gave up on that and started saying thank you.
but fiercing that dancefloor that night with glammie and ameh in glamour goblins get-ups, the stevelady serving it as only he can, the rest of the kids representing... did i mention the live sex in our corner of the dancefloor? genius!
i had my doubts that this year was gonna go off. i kept thinking to myself... shit! here i built this thing up to my friend rob and he came all the way out here and it's gonna suck. i think that was in part due to my early arrival and the role of queen bitch that i got thrust into so often in those first few days. (hard to imagine, i know, but someone has to tell these fools where they can and can't park their RV's.) it all turned around for me once i took a spin on the stripper pole as the bus cruised the playa one beautiful afternoon and then i got an incredible contact yoga lesson from my friend takia. flying and hanging upside down from nothing but his toes. wow!
the tribal moments were my favorite. when the duststorm blew into our camp that friday evening, seeing different tribal circles intersect and intertwine... it came clear to me this year that burning man won't last forever. that once he shrinks away to nothing that it's up to us to continue gathering like this, perhaps in smaller groups. i think we're up to the challenge. wouldn't you agree, rob???
i'm sure i have more to say... what am i forgetting?