Bleep blerp blope bloop blah! More pictures!

Thursday spa day was packed.

The shade structure that the Boy built over our tents. It was fabulous–we were able to sleep IN without roasting, and it kept a lot of the dust out.

Our camp dome and kitchen. We ate so well on this trip! Pancakes and hashbrowns, Asian soup and BLTs, hummus and pita bread, fresh fruit…mmmmm. Everyone took turns cooking dinner, and it was all good, every day.

Look, it’s an art car!

We went to a “hoop off”, which just turned out to be a bunch of amateur hoopers. That’s okay.

Not that it really shows in this photograph, but this dude was rockin’ a HUGE hoop.

This fancy keyboard was outside the hoop camp.

My uncles came by for another visit.

I wore the sequin dress for about a half an hour–the sequins started to shed, and at Burning Man you have to be very concerned about “moop” (matter out of place). I wore it long enough for pictures!

The Boy changed into his old man shorts and knee socks. Hawt.

Harinam, one of our fellow campers. Utilikilts were extremely popular at Burning Man. The Boy didn’t wear his until the last day.

Then it was time to change into Thursday night’s outfit!

Kevin and Sarah were married at Burning Man. He made her wedding dress by hand, and her veil and bouquet lit up. They looked fabulous.

Our entire camp met under the man to discuss the night’s festivities.

Of course we all ended up getting separated–the Boy, Corinne and I went to see Daft Punk, were bored, traveled around all night and ended up at the Infected Mushroom show, which was fantastic.

This woman ran up to me and said, “I want my picture taken with you!” That wig enticed a lot of weirdos. In a good way.

Thursday night was a lot of fun–after hanging out under the Man I didn’t take any more pictures, of course, but that’s the way it is!

Oh Lordy Lord, I’m already sick of moving. I KNOW! It’s just not very fun to move things by yourself! I’m trying to make the best of it. I am planning on making a little video later on today of a walk-through of the New House, mostly to e-mail to my mother. Good Times.