Wouldn't that be a burning panda?

Wicker penguin!

A Buffista Burning Man!

Wouldn't that be a burning panda?

Wicker penguin!

OMG, wouldn't that be something-a Buffista Burning Man colony. Hmm, someone on the local freecycle the other day was giving away a geodesic dome that was used for a Burning Man colony for a few years. Hmm.

OTOH, the middle of a desert over Labor Day? even though everyone there is noctural, it's still hecka hot.

OMG, wouldn't that be something-a Buffista Burning Man colony.

A localista friend and I were just talking about something similar -- we both harbor secret Burning Man longings, but weird ones. We'd like to sleep all day in silk-draped, mosquito-netted tents, rise at dusk, and host all-night tea parties, in white linen dresses (preferably with hoops and crinolines), complete with crustless cucumber sandwiches and digestive biscuits and crumpets and as much of the whole nine yards as we can manage in the desert.

I'm fairly sure there is a certain contingent of Buffistas who'd be quite happy with such a colony -- and, of course, I also realize that this is the polar opposite of what 24-hour wild animals like ND and nature-happy hiking and walking goddesses like Java think of when the words "Buffista Burning Man colony" arise, but that's the beauty of Buffistadom. It embraces multitudes, be they hoop-skirted, hiking-shoe clad, kilted or buck-ass naked.

we both harbor secret Burning Man longings, but weird ones. We'd like to sleep all day in silk-draped, mosquito-netted tents, rise at dusk, and host all-night tea parties, in white linen dresses (preferably with hoops and crinolines), complete with crustless cucumber sandwiches and digestive biscuits and crumpets and as much of the whole nine yards as we can manage in the desert.

Oh look, JZ is in my head again.

Oooh! Oooh! An entire Edward Gorey-themed environment!

Oh look, JZ is in my head again.

I can't help it; your head is so cozy and inviting, with the velvet pillows and vaguely sinister-looking vases filled with spiney flowers and peacock feathers, the little three-legged ebony tables covered with absinthe paraphernalia, the decks of cards strewn about decorated with numbers that don't quite make sense, the busts of Shelley and both Rossetti siblings on the mantel, the bats hanging drowsily from the ceiling beams, the wind howling over the moors outside, us in here protected by the blood-red brocade curtains. It's just so dear and homey in its beautifully unwholesome way.

Oh dear. Now I want JZ's and Jilli's F2F. Anything else seems rather tame by comparison.

If not for the fact that I'd be dead of heat stroke before the first day was out, I would SO be pushing for us to actually do this.

From the stories I've heard by friends who've gone again and again, the keys to survival are: (a) Go nocturnal only, no matter what, and (b) have a big enough group, with enough well-heeled members, that you can afford to bring a generator and either a metric shitload of fans or an actual air conditioner.

I have given tests in the Ramada's ball room, And the hospitality suite. May I also mention there is a Starbucks in the lobby?

Further note. Back in the dark ages, before the hotel was remodeled, it was the City Hall!

The staff is really helpful, btw.

24-hour wild animals like ND

Just what are you implying?

I'd be totally down with doing Burning Man.