Paul and Armagana packed up their bar and took it to Burning Man this year. A great time was had by all.
When we first arrived, most of the responsible dolls stayed in camp to set up the bar while I and some sparkle ponies went to a party. The sparkle ponies had a ball and I never saw them again.
Paul and Armagana get the bar up and running.
Paul’s cowboy hat is already getting dusty.
Everybody is dressed to party.
The party bus awaits.
Gumby and dino party on the bus.
What’s Burning Man without an empty hot tub?
Mini Man is a two-fisted PBR drinker.
The guy in the blonde wig went to a brown bag beer tasting party with me and did not come back. If you take sparkle ponies to Burning Man, don’t expect them to help you pack up at the end of the week. They are out there somewhere, mooching drinks and ogling boobs.
Paul is not a sparkle pony.
Redhead’s tutu was really too long for tutu Tuesday.
After an extremely dusty, windy day, I came back from the Core burn to find everybody partying in the dark. This shirtcocker’s cocksock is very dusty.
The hot tub began filling up with dust.
Having his bar and hat covered with dust didn’t faze Paul.
Dust is a condiment at Burning Man.
Tutu girl is thinking about heading for bed.
Another day, another drink.
Paul and Armagana cleaned up the dusty mess.
The party continues.
No shortage of PBR. Uh oh, the wind blew over Mini Man. Or maybe he drank too many PBR’s.
Panorama.
Mini Man drank a lot of PBR.
They will be back in 2015.
They saw the Man.
They saw the Man from inside his spaceship.
They saw the Temple.
And the trash fence of course.
They went to the Man Burn.
When he raises his arms, that’s the signal that the show is about to begin.
Lots of fireworks.
And the Man goes up in flames!
His spaceship burns too.
All good things must come to an end, as we pack up on another red sun morning.
We will be back!