Burningman Sunday/Monday

Sunday
The trip went off without a hitch. I took a cab from the Reno airport to the Rideshare Point and within fifteen minutes I had a ride. Her name was Heather and we (me and another guy, Cameron) tossed our stuff in her rental can and drove the three hours to Black Rock.

The whole goal of taking the plane was to avoid the thirteen hour drive up. But the three hour flight ultimately took eight hours. In hindsight I should have put more effort into getting a ride, but then I wouldn’t have been able to leave early.

So we get there and, hey what do you know, regular attendees weren’t allowed through the gates until Monday. I was looking at an nine hour wait at the gate and a two mile schlep of seventy five pounds of gear except that Heather’s boyfriend was working the gate and I convinced him that I’d be helping set up our camp (or any camp, just let me in!).

By 10pm that night our camp had been already busted twice for pot (not me). The rangers said that if it happened one more time they’d search the whole camp. Wait, I thought this was Burningman. Rather than spend their time catching real criminals our government is more interested in persecuting victimless crimes.

Monday
In the early days of the week Burningman isn’t much to look at. The camps all have similar themes; Field of Tents, Parking Lot, Abandoned, Not Ready Yet and Can’t get our Shit Together were all popular choices.

The Night of the Marijuana Brownie
I spent most of the days either reading Salem’s Lot or sitting in the shade with the Idaho contingent; Andy, Brett and his wife Kathiy.

I’d never had a Marijuana Brownie before and I figured, “Sure, how strong can they be?” That was about 7pm. Within a few minutes I’d decided to gear up and take a walk around the playa. Seemed like a good idea. The wind was pretty strong and I couldn’t find my night-time goggles so I figured my day-time goggles would do, sure they’re tinted yellow and the curve of the lens distorts what I’m seeing but not that much, whatever.

Over the next two hours the brownie I’d so casually eaten had became a larger part of my life. Between the THC, the goggles and the goings on of Burningman I had one of the most surreal walks of my life.

About 9pm I realized that my legs were having trouble doing the kind of things I depended on them for. Now normally when this happens I just have a seat and stop doing the activity that is interfering with my motor control. But I couldn’t stop having eaten the brownie, so the little sit down became a clutch-desperately-to-a-bench-while-this-runs-its-course moment that became a slide-slowly-back-onto-the-bench-and-out-of-consciousness-for-three-hours moment followed by an exercise in staggering-back-to-camp.

[pics @ flickr]

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  1. “The trip up when of without a hitch” hee! I think that pot brownie is still at work on your brain.

    Comment by mollymillions — September 12, 2006 @ 10:56 am

  2. Hey, at least they’re all spelled right!

    Wait til I get to Tuesday morning.

    Comment by tone_milazzo — September 12, 2006 @ 11:20 am

  3. On the edge of my ergonomic chair.

    Comment by mollymillions — September 12, 2006 @ 11:44 am

  4. Finally!

    More more more!

    Harder harder harder!

    erm..

    Comment by animaetrix00 — September 12, 2006 @ 3:33 pm

  5. Yah, Kathy’s brownies quickly took on the mythic proportions of the “brown acid” at Woodstock.

    1) Don thought everyone in the camp was trying to kill him, and hid under the truck.

    2) Porter became “just like Jesus,” according to him. Jesus then wept for us…because he was experiencing the Buddhist phenomenon of “Tong Leng.” He announced it to everyone. When everyone asked what it was he said, “I can’t describe it, ask Andy.” I had an odd day explaining Buddhist purification rituals to friends and random strangers.

    3) I meditated for three hours on the Buddhist precept of avoiding intoxicants. I learned why people use drugs for religious exploration. I was left with the paradox that I gained the deep insight into why one should avoid drugs…while on drugs.

    4) The three old freaks in the camp happily munched on the brownies, having a good laugh at our expense.

    Comment by modemx — September 20, 2006 @ 7:28 pm

  6. Sounds like I got off easy.

    Comment by tone_milazzo — September 20, 2006 @ 9:14 pm

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