Everyone sold their tangibles and intangibles alike and moved to follow their dreams. They arrived, greeted by the hardscape and hazy purple polluted sunset. A sign high on the hills welcoming them to the start of something big. The stars in their eyes, dulled only by the stars on the sidewalk. “Hollywood,” they whispered under their breaths like prayers.
It’s a big city, with big dreamers, and big disappointments. Sometimes it’s beautiful, to be there with hope so thick in the air, it makes you lose your breath. But sometimes, it is so stifling, a city that doesn’t care, that knows you’re here for visions that often fail, a city where people are paid to crush dreams. And you wonder, with every face that passes you on the street, are they happy, did they come for fame. It is sad and beautiful and crushing and uplifting all at once. A place where everyone can become someone and no one from one minute to the next. (more…)
(No, we’re no longer in Sacramento. Yes, we take forever with updating this blog. But we are loved and adored by all so, that shouldn’t matter, right?)
As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been really dirty on this trip. Filthy dirty. But never, ever, ever, have I been as dirty as I was after Burning Man. Oh god, the horror. The plan: check into a nice hotel for a couple of days and spent the entire time showering. The destination: Sacramento, California. The reason: Sacramento was the closest large city that wasn’t Reno.
Aside from the great honor of not being Reno, Sacremento is home of the Governator himself, a rather large amount of mini golf courses, and a combination Sushi/Texas Bar-B-Que place. Book your flights now, people. Our first night was spent cleaning, drinking, and eating actual food and was somewhat uneventful. It was our second night where things really came alive. (more…)
Fresh off our high of poorly constructed casinos and quickie divorces, we blew outta Reno like bats out of hell Reno. We were on our way to the tiny hamlet of Empire, NV. Nestled between imposing mountains and nowhere, Empire is famous for two things; gypsum and The Man, man.
“The Man” aka Burning Man is a week long exercise in survival and drug consumption, interspersed with art, nudity, and oppressive heat. I think you either dig it or you don’t. You’ll leave there either with a passion for life that you never knew existed within you, or you’ll leave with salty desert sand encrusted on every part of your body (yes, every part) and a new found aversion to the naked male form. Guess which one I was. Go on, guess.
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