See Ya! Enjoy what is left of August and if you are looking for some real hot sun after Hurricane Dean, you can always follow the SP to her beloved Burning Man Festival out in the Nevada desert.
They already told me there are no dogs, no kittens, no snakes out there and I am totally safe, phew. Thank Goodness. Wow, I need a holiday away from Carmel and his four legged friends. And don't even think about sneaking into my RV , Carmel.
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This year’s Burning Man was quite amazing. Many surreal experiences and coincidences abounded.
At the Kostume Kult Thursday Night “Dark Side Of Oz” Party, held in the wonderful Flying Monkey Pub, I had the good fortune to dance with many a lovely lass, and to spend time with my wonderful NY Burner family.
Perhaps the high point for me was dancing with a beautiful woman who turned out to be the Scottish Princess, whom I’d met at a Kostume Kult planning session (and whose witty and intelligent blog I had perused in the past. There were many fabulous people there, but Scottish Princess was a stand-out. I’ve rarely had the privilege of dancing with a woman who moved with such a sensuous grace. She was wearing a multi-colored wig and I was wearing my full Green Man electric costume. I had not seen her for a couple of months (and I was admittedly somewhat inebriated and straddling the fences between different realities), so I did not recognize her until I asked her name. Then the tumblers fell into place, as they sometimes do in the ubiquitous slot machines in the nearby sleazy town of Reno. I was delighted to see her again. The way she moved would melt any man’s heart, and raise any man’s …umm… spirit (yes, that’s it, spirit). She said she was thirsty, so I walked the short distance back to my RV to bring her some water. Alas, when I returned, I could not find her, although I looked for quite a while. I ran into her briefly a few days later, and learned she was camped in Slumberland within our Konsortium Village. I did not have the good fortune to visit Slumberland during my time at Burning Man. I wonder if Little Nemo realized how lucky he was to have such Royalty staying in that realm. I wonder if I’ll be fortunate enough to see her when we are both back in New York. One can only hope.
Your New Loyal Subject,
Loren
I chanced to meet the Scottish Princess at Burning Man, one magical eve. (I’d met her once before at a Kostume Kult planning meeting.) I was at our Thursday night Konsortium Village “Dark Side Of Oz” party in the Flying Monkey Pub; in truth, it was not only the monkeys that were flying. (Those Brits do know how to build a huge tent and throw a party; my hat is off to them.) I was dressed in my full electric Green Man costume, dancing on one of the platforms, when I turned to see a beauty in a multi-colored wig. She moved with an unearthly grace and sensuality. I asked her name and she replied “Scottish Princess”. I then remembered that we had met before. She was thirsty, so I traveled the short distance to my RV for water. When I returned, she was gone. I searched for awhile, but to no avail. Ah well, … a fleeting dance with royalty is better than no encounter at all. I was not to see her again, even though I was in camp for nine days. I later learned she was staying in the Slumberland portion of the village. I never did get to visit that section of our encampment. I wonder if Little Nemo realized how lucky he was to have a Princess in his land. I wonder if I’ll see the SP when we are both back in New York. There’s always hope….
I chanced to meet the Scottish Princess at Burning Man, one magical eve. (I’d met her once before at a Kostume Kult planning meeting.) I was at our Thursday night Konsortium Village “Dark Side Of Oz” party in the Flying Monkey Pub; in truth, it was not only the monkeys that were flying. (Those Brits do know how to build a huge tent and throw a party; my hat is off to them.) I was dressed in my full electric Green Man costume, dancing on one of the platforms, when I turned to see a beauty in a multi-colored wig. She moved with an unearthly grace and sensuality. I asked her name and she replied “Scottish Princess”. I then remembered that we had met before. She was thirsty, so I traveled the short distance to my RV for water. When I returned, she was gone. I searched for awhile, but to no avail. Ah well, … a fleeting dance with royalty is better than no encounter at all. I was not to see her again, even though I was in camp for nine days. I later learned she was staying in the Slumberland portion of the village. I never did get to visit that section of our encampment. I wonder if Little Nemo realized how lucky he was to have a Princess in his land. I wonder if I’ll see the SP when we are both back in New York. There’s always hope….
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