Fulana

All right, it's official.  I have clothes in ziplocs and bags everywhere in my apartment.  I am ready.  And I finally got around to looking at the website other than the survival guide - required reading every year.  Holy poop!  No, no poop.  Lotus Girls and Bootie.  What more do we need on the playa?  We will have a bar and, if I am tending, friendship coffee.  One of the few reasons to drink out there.  I am camping with a crew from the way back (a whole year ago).  This year is a new beginning for so many.  The arson last year rather broke a few spirits and jaded them from The American Dream.  Hilarious theme as the Temple of the American Dream truly taxed the Michigan community and is up in all it's glory.
I truly think the arson of last year was just a symptom of the drama unfolding in many of our lives.  We returned from BM to lonely existence.  We were too overwhelmed and sad to deal with any one else's drama and so suffered alone and in silence for too long.  This has been a year of suffering and visions of what can be and the truth of what was and is no more.  For some, more truths than others.  Now that we know them, this is the year to use them to make our lives more full.

I am ready - but before the desert, dessert.  The D Bar in Denver is ahhh so good.  I am going again tonight.  I just pray it stays.

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