So I went to Burning Man and now I’ve been to Decompression. OK. I should know by now that if I go to a big party by myself, I’m probably gonna burn out pretty fast... so I guess if I lasted a few hours and didn’t really get too depressed, that’s better than average. The high point of the day was talking to other random burners who were waiting at the bus stop on Haight for 45 minutes. Other good things:

• Dr. Okay brought the Orb Swarm to life.

• The visiting art included those big green glowy jiggley artichoke things. Jiggling them is very satisfying.

• I got to say hi to my Costco soulmate for half a minute. Hi! Bye!

• Dancey thumpy dancey dance.

• The Shamanic Cheerleaders are awesome. They have just enough snarkiness about their affirmations (“You are a freak! —like everyone else! You are unique! —like everyone else!”) and their moves are actually pretty kick-ass, cheerleading-wise. And they got me to stop hating the Macarena by turning it into a song about the pelvic floor.