In my new blessed, blissed out state I thought I should go out and celebrate and luckily the Burning Man decompression party was happening that very night in Timbuctoo, well actually the Floyd Bennett Aviation Field in deepest, darkest Brooklyn, out by the marina, a end of the earth remote place.

All sorts of fun was taking place. This beautiful lady was turning into a gold and pink body art sculpture and looked radiant herself.

"Pink angel, did you do a ceremony last night, you seem so full of joy?" I asked her.