Three days and counting until liftoff. There is currently a large duffle-bag the mob would be very proud of on my living room floor, bandannas and camel-backs and other burn-appropriate gear on my couch, and a 12-foot tall, 30-foot wide PVC dome standing sentry on the old playground at Christopher’s loft. It’s almost done. It’s almost time - and I’m SO not ready yet.
But, it’s ok.
It’s amazing how the combination of doing this once before and being two years older have mellowed out my worries about this trip. If we forget the sunscreen, we’ll live. If I don’t remember my headlamp, it’ll be a pain in the ass, but they’re not going to turn us away at the gate. If I were thinking about this stuff, forgetting, last time, I would have had 3 panic attacks by now.
Here’s the deal: We’ve got a great group. Christopher, Joe, Bryan, and Dan (who I don’t think has a website). We’ll be at 420 and Uranus on the Playa map, next to the tee-pee of Camp Blah. Ours is a blue dome, hopefully with a large Triskele, painted on the outside. (Depends entirely on what our friends at the Days Inn Oakland will tolerate in terms of tarp-painting in their parking lot.) I’ll be the blond wearing pink Chuck’s and WWII fighter-pilot goggles.
Hope to see you there.