GoddessLSD-XTC
Bluelighter
Took 1.25 doses of some year-old 'cid (Rainbow Gels) and a big line of Coke (lousy stuff) a coupla hours before sunrise at the Burning Man Festival. Had a good night's sleep . . . 6 hours is all I need. Was camped at 2:11 & Corvair, near the best music (Opulant Temple).
It was an unusually warm morning so I could wear a half-way decent outfit, i.e., I didn't have to wear sweatpants under a long skirt or a bulky jacket. Love to get up early, before sunrise and catch the die-hard party-people dancing.
The playa was fluffy (rough) from lack of rain so dancing wasn't easy or much fun . . . lotsa uneven surfaces. The music wasn't that good but there was lotsa interesting ppl to watch.
When dawn broke, I drifted out onto the playa to catch the first rays of sun. Opulant Temple's sound competed with a new camp's sound system so I drifted between sets to catch the best beat, danced and swayed sipping Sangria from a hiking-bottle.
The Rainbow Gels are very clean. I almost don't feel like I'm tripping at all but know I am cause of the body & mind vibes.
Most of the ppl that early in the morning are half my age . . .
After the sun rose everyone cheered. I went on an excursion out to Babylon, a 10-story steel-frame building far off on the playa also went looking for an art-bus equipped with sound.
Sound travels far. As I approached Babylon, I could easily hear everything ppl said at the top . . . love to evesdrop and spy on ppl!
On top I met a lovely couple from Corvallis, Oregon. I mentioned that my sister was just there and is looking for a place to escape when the shit hits the fan. She said she was on an official city/county committee there to prepare for it. I told her, yeah I knew ppl there were preparing. The three of us said, "glad to meet U" kinda amazed that we met someone else who was aware that Babylon (a city of commerce & confusion) is falling.
BABYLON:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/666ismoney/2843194005/
The BOT, a first-time bus with an amazing sound system (about a dozen huge speakers) was out there near a jungle gym art piece. I took off my top and shoes and climbed to the top stopping to dance at each level. Guys on the Bot (there was only one or two grlz) were climbing too trying to look up my skirt. One of 'em said "hello" but I wasn't interested.
THE BOT:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/666ismoney/2854433255/
Went to the opposite side of the Playa to check out the New York geodesic dome, where they did trapese dancing. (New to the playa). It was trashed from the night before, guys were cleaning it up. Wanted to see if anyone was making out on the beds in their adjacent dome. (no one.) Walked along the esplanade toward center camp where ppl do acrobatics, massages and body paint. On the way I wanted to roller-skate but didn't like the music or find a size skate that would fit (woman's 10 or men's 9).
Was offered sun-block but I only use oil. A silly guy tried to make conversation but I wasn't interested.
Center camp is always a trip . . . listened to some silly music (a guy was singing something about how fun it is to be queer) and checked ppl out. Didn't really see anyone I wanted to talk to.
Went back to camp and ran into the BOT guys again (did they follow me?) They invited me onto their bus but it was 11am (six hours after doseing), I told them I was ready to shower (with the next water truck) . . . and maybe I'd see 'em tomorrow.
Later that day I met a woman 2 days younger than me.
The rest of the day I chilled in my minivan. Fortunately, the camp next door was playing really cool, trippy music.
Felt kinda frustrated that I didn't hook up with anyone when a young dude who was out all night offered me some whisky for some water. (I told him I hate whisky . . . he looked inside my minivan and said, yeah, I can tell.) I asked what illegal drugs he took so far . . . he named everythng, including 'cid. I said, 'cid's hard 2 get, u'r lucky . . . said three others in his camp had some. If he wasn't wasted on whisky I woulda invited him in or would have been more enthuastic . . . he was probably only 20 years old. [EDIT: U'r not supposed to buy or sell at BM and there are MANY cops busting ppl 4 smoking joints.]
Since I've done 'cid sooo much, it's much the same thing only the circumstances and events that happen are different or the problems I'm faceing that get crunched in my mind are different. Not a mind-fuck 'cause a brilliant idea always pop into my mind to solve the problem. Always something amazing happens. It woulda been nice to end the trip with some sex but maybe next time, lol!
It was an unusually warm morning so I could wear a half-way decent outfit, i.e., I didn't have to wear sweatpants under a long skirt or a bulky jacket. Love to get up early, before sunrise and catch the die-hard party-people dancing.
The playa was fluffy (rough) from lack of rain so dancing wasn't easy or much fun . . . lotsa uneven surfaces. The music wasn't that good but there was lotsa interesting ppl to watch.
When dawn broke, I drifted out onto the playa to catch the first rays of sun. Opulant Temple's sound competed with a new camp's sound system so I drifted between sets to catch the best beat, danced and swayed sipping Sangria from a hiking-bottle.
The Rainbow Gels are very clean. I almost don't feel like I'm tripping at all but know I am cause of the body & mind vibes.
Most of the ppl that early in the morning are half my age . . .
After the sun rose everyone cheered. I went on an excursion out to Babylon, a 10-story steel-frame building far off on the playa also went looking for an art-bus equipped with sound.
Sound travels far. As I approached Babylon, I could easily hear everything ppl said at the top . . . love to evesdrop and spy on ppl!
On top I met a lovely couple from Corvallis, Oregon. I mentioned that my sister was just there and is looking for a place to escape when the shit hits the fan. She said she was on an official city/county committee there to prepare for it. I told her, yeah I knew ppl there were preparing. The three of us said, "glad to meet U" kinda amazed that we met someone else who was aware that Babylon (a city of commerce & confusion) is falling.BABYLON:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/666ismoney/2843194005/
The BOT, a first-time bus with an amazing sound system (about a dozen huge speakers) was out there near a jungle gym art piece. I took off my top and shoes and climbed to the top stopping to dance at each level. Guys on the Bot (there was only one or two grlz) were climbing too trying to look up my skirt. One of 'em said "hello" but I wasn't interested.
THE BOT:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/666ismoney/2854433255/
Went to the opposite side of the Playa to check out the New York geodesic dome, where they did trapese dancing. (New to the playa). It was trashed from the night before, guys were cleaning it up. Wanted to see if anyone was making out on the beds in their adjacent dome. (no one.) Walked along the esplanade toward center camp where ppl do acrobatics, massages and body paint. On the way I wanted to roller-skate but didn't like the music or find a size skate that would fit (woman's 10 or men's 9).
Was offered sun-block but I only use oil. A silly guy tried to make conversation but I wasn't interested.
Center camp is always a trip . . . listened to some silly music (a guy was singing something about how fun it is to be queer) and checked ppl out. Didn't really see anyone I wanted to talk to.
Went back to camp and ran into the BOT guys again (did they follow me?) They invited me onto their bus but it was 11am (six hours after doseing), I told them I was ready to shower (with the next water truck) . . . and maybe I'd see 'em tomorrow.
Later that day I met a woman 2 days younger than me.
The rest of the day I chilled in my minivan. Fortunately, the camp next door was playing really cool, trippy music.
Felt kinda frustrated that I didn't hook up with anyone when a young dude who was out all night offered me some whisky for some water. (I told him I hate whisky . . . he looked inside my minivan and said, yeah, I can tell.) I asked what illegal drugs he took so far . . . he named everythng, including 'cid. I said, 'cid's hard 2 get, u'r lucky . . . said three others in his camp had some. If he wasn't wasted on whisky I woulda invited him in or would have been more enthuastic . . . he was probably only 20 years old. [EDIT: U'r not supposed to buy or sell at BM and there are MANY cops busting ppl 4 smoking joints.]
Since I've done 'cid sooo much, it's much the same thing only the circumstances and events that happen are different or the problems I'm faceing that get crunched in my mind are different. Not a mind-fuck 'cause a brilliant idea always pop into my mind to solve the problem. Always something amazing happens. It woulda been nice to end the trip with some sex but maybe next time, lol!
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the scenery too. It was my 4th time there and the 200th time I've tried LSD.