excitement and sadness

I received some great news that I will report back on later.
On another note, my decompression is coming along but every photograph and hint of playa tugs at my heart strings. I miss everyone so much...

ultimate decompression

One week and about 12 hours, that's how long I have been home. Add
about 23 hours to that and you have the length of time that I have been
missing the playa. I would love to say that I have fully digested and
re-adjusted but I love you all too much to lie. I cannot even begin to
articulate what the week on the playa meant to me. All I can honestly
say is 'Yes, I will definitely be going back next year!' I knew as soon
as we passed the greeter station on our way out.

I have been searching for the stories that I know are there.
The green logs in the burn barrel that sent me diving behind Miss Kenzie for protection. George, the hottest flamingo on three wheels. Bad idea theatre, it felt so good to snuggle next to BillnotDave and indulge in the normalcy of watching a video- but wait, that movie was far far far from normal (must have a little bit of the BM touch in everything!). Spanking so many, many, many virgins on greeter shift. Hiding with Maus behind a Costco couch. Riding barebreasted and pantily clad in Critical Tits. Kissing... The waterfall at the Lamplighters Camp. The ever-rolling film of the night of the burn in my mind. The morning at the temple, my only dose of dehydration and heat exhaustion but so very, very worth it. Squeezing Kenzie and we watched the sunrise together (one of my very favorites).
So, I guess they are there, ask me about 'em sometime.

I could not have prepared myself for anything that I encountered in Black Rock City and I think that is a hidden blessing. I wouldn't change any of it. The greatest gifts I recieved are an enlightened view of myself, 30+ new friends, and the greatest love affair that even I could not have imagined.

I have had the luxury of being able to keep my head in the clouds for
the last week, or perhaps it is a detriment. I continue to float and
feel, long for, and smile about everyone and everything from Burning
Man, even the parts that had me ready to run screaming for the Canadian
Rockies ;)

As for the ultimate decompression, I planned a grand transformation from
playa pink haired SLuree to conservative, (what they don't know...)
blonde, school teacher Ms. Wilson, BUT after 2 dye jobs and a goodly
amount of bleach and I have only managed to attain a deeper more
enhanced shade of fuchsia. You can take the girl outta the playa but you
can't take the playa outta the girl.

big-ass Costco size *squeezes* to:
Caliente, Jefe, Rico, Rite Aid Annie, Spidercam, CuteSteve, Chelfie, Kenzie, BillnotDave, Vanilla, Shakes, Pip, Age, Kaila, Vida, Elvis Richard, Lazerhead, Reverend Johnny, Lucifer, Asstro, Maus, Aaron, Samtastic, Fi, Jennith, Mr. Crispy Waffle, Tubuc and Hank, GAMBO, Adam, Lee, and James (over and over and over)