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Setting Up and Settling In ~ Day Two at Burning Man, via's blog, Sept 8th, 2007
because the mornings are cool, and the afternoons hot, i got up and strolled to the end of our street to the coffee corner i'd noticed on the way in - espresso being served by one camp on one side, and regular coffee being served by another camp on the other. the espresso line was loooong, so we went for coffee, and didn't have to wait at all. howdy neighbors! spent the morning erecting my own humble but crucial shade structure, two 6x18' lengths of shade cloth with grommets punched in by your truly. i'd gotten a super deal on this stuff cuz the measuring device wasn't working at first, so the guy just rolled off another 20 feet after he discovered the error. ending up with twice as much cloth as i'd budgeted for, for half the price, was one of those happy accidents that come into play for the burn. (that's my tent tucked under the shade, above.) the shade thing took some adjusting cuz we were oriented kinda sideways to the east-west sun, and i wanted to keep my sleeping space as cool as possible. all the tweaking and fussing took hours, but by midday we had our shade to sit under and cold beers at the ready. it got very hot. we had 3 showers scattered around camp and i think i took 3 that day. rinsing off is good! |
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toward evening, we were invited to a twilight spaghetti dinner out on the playa. a decision was made to dress in whatever passed for "formal wear" that we'd brought along; i wore my lime green lucille ball dress covered in colored polka dots. alas, the weather didn't require fur. our little restaurant consisted of an arched floral entryway, 3 or 4 small tables and a cooking station plopped slightly past 8:30 (the streets are arrayed like a clock, from 2 to 10) right beyond the esplanade. this was ideal cuz it meant we were literally out in the center of the action; no building permits required. our host was a strapping italian with an outrageous accent. in fact, everyone there had an outrageous italian accent. displays of temper and physical affection were in constant evidence; everyone appeared to be related. we were handed menus inscribed with outrageously named entrees, none of which were, unfortunately, available. the waiter offered to choose for us, and guess what? we all had spaghetti. |
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the wine list worked the same way, no matter what you ordered, they were out of it. still, wine could be had if you let the waiter ultimately choose; they had a lovely boxed selection of red and white. when the meal came, we were asked if we'd like a sprinkling of parmesan; with a flourish a cheese grater appeared - and a can of kraft was poured through it. we got semi-drunk and laughed a lot while the sun went down and the playa came alive. eventually, i ended up back at camp and turned in early with the promise of a dawn plane ride. ~ end of day two ~ |
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