07 September 2004 - 3:45 am

DAY FIVE - Pirates of the Margarita

SEPT 3 - Today we decided to explore the playa on our bikes during the day. We visited the Temple, we went to the furthest spot at 12 o'clock. We rode around all day exploring. It was friday, which is the day of the Critical Tits parade. Basically a zillion women ride around with thier boobs out. It's definitly a sight. Boobies everywhere. I agree with Piss Clear, a local alternative daily paper, that it's more exploitive now than empowering. They should have it on Tues or Weds, because Friday & Saturday is when most of the Newbies show up. Amature Hour, as the hardened vets like to call it. It was crazy, we got back to camp for dinner and got wasted... on Screw Drivers, etc. We got drunk, started making jokes. We called ourselves the Pirates of the Margarita! But Michael started laughing to his self, and called us the Pirates of the Macarena. No one got it. until I explained... "think about it. The Pirates of the Margarita is funny. but not as FUNNY as Macarena. nm... things are funny when your are trashed. We got ready to go out again. This time we wanted to explore the other half of the city (from 6 to 2). Mikey started to get insane. It was great. He grabbed his crotch and yelled at everyone, "What's UP?!". He was annoying, annoying in the funny way. A couple were riding by (in the dark) as Michael grabbed their attention yelling "What's Up?!" Then I heard a crash. I looked over, and the woman crashed into one of the street signs! Mikey fell on the floor laughing! It was the funniest thing (not the woman crashing! we felt bad) just that Mikey fell down laughing. He couldn't get up, he was laughing so hard. the woman fixed herself and kept going. She started laughing too. So that made me feel better. I looked over to Mike, who was still rolling. And I started laughing too. oh god. it was bad. I was laughing SO hard, I fell. And I couldn't breath and I couldn't even get up either. I guess you had to have been there.

We found the big Dance Camp on this side called LUSH. It was amazing. It was designed like an Oasis in the Sahara. There were palms & palm trees. Lights and lazers, and a giant Flower the towered over the Palms. It was amazing. The stars made up the cieling and the dusty playa made up the floor. The people in between were raving and dancing like mad. It was like the rave scene in the 3rd Matrix. But better and w/o Kanau.

I was getting tired. By then I also lost Michael. It was 3 or 4 AM. So I headed back. According to Walter (our campmate) Michael showed up at about 7AM. Mike said he saw the sunrise.

What I failed to mention about lastnight and tonight, there are hours of details that I could not do justice in explaining. I can't even explain these moments. I won't be able to explain the insanity that is Saturday. The day the Man burns.

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