further future

not many people can say their first rave was coachella.  and coachella was only the first domino down a long line of clubs and dj's and headaches leading to a desert rave.  if desert raves wasn't on my bucket list...it is now and it probably still isn't checked off.  am i really going to go to burning man next year???

liberal hippies living in a self indulgent america go out of their way to reconnect with the earth, the land, the people, themselves.  ridding themselves of life luxuries to let loose and burn.  further future takes it even further as it becomes the elitist model of hippydom creating an invite only raver guest list....bringing in white tents, lobster, fish and oysters and champagne in a dessert raving out to dj's and sake.  the people are nice.  almost a contrived loopy spaced out nice, but nonetheless nice.  that could be the drugs talking or the west coast vibe....but talking to strangers, hugging one another, offering drinks and shelter and spf and warmth were in full effect.

im always awkward in these arena's.  i get clammy or nervous.  or un excitedly uncomfortable.  the sand was getting in my mouth.  the weather was cold.  and it was starting to rain?  molly's make me nervous and as it got wet and cold....i thought it was time to go home.  instead, everyone camped out in the cars, invited us to their RV's to wait out the rain and start the party right back up.

it was like a gypsy village crossed with a demolition derby car park.  except the tents cost thousands of dollars and the RV's you could add another zero to that sum.  high net worth purposely getting effed up to reconnect with what?  just a reason to party....and so were we...