chasing pink ribbons under the desert moon....

so the day begins after waking up early to catch the bus with flip. no drinking today,hes off,back to germany,and me down to the beach to hopefully get a serving job.im suppose to be there at noon to talk with the owner.my bus ride took about two hours.markos in the valley and i have to catch two busses to get to the beach.two long busses.
I arrive home,shower,and head down to the bistro. this owner is impossible to catch.now hes on lunch and wont be back till 3. so ill either come back at 3 or some other day,ive been chasing here for two weeks so im just taking it and waiting for the right opp to come my way.if it happens great,if not,its a big place,im sure theres other options.
well going back at 3 was out after i arrived home. ro' and star were talking about the moon tribe that was happening that night. a collection of burners that party in the desert under the full moons. but they dont give directions untill about 2 hours beforehand.they already had the vodka flowing,a little pre-warmup for our long desert night ahead. yeah going back at 3 is now out for me.

so we drank and partied with the neighboors.took a slight nap,waited and waited and waited for directions. we should probably eat before these next 24 hours so i whipped up a divine vodka cream sauce to go with some cheese tortelleni.for being half italian i should know how to spell that but you catch what im saying.
finally birdboy called with the directions.hes coming over with bean so we can look at the map and hash out a route to take,smoke a little then hit the road. we packed light.
booze,other favors,warm clothes,a sleeping bag and water.

took about 3 long hours to get there.arriving around 1am or so.it was a long horrible drive,and i was just anxious to get there.and birdboy and bean were flying at about 90 so trying to keep up and concentrate on driving and everything was a task in the dark,and i just needed to park and start the party.
the dirt road we turned onto was the sign to start.no chance were back on freeways till we leave this place so the redneck driving started. we smiled as the second bottle for the day was tapped.and the music playing,the moon above,and the line of 7 cars behind us kickin up dust and tearing it up heading to our desert oasis for the next 24.

slight detour. we followed the car ahead of us,well we caught up to them i should say,as i was ripping up these desert roads in our big ass ford truck.we knew we should have turned right there,but they kept going straight.after about two miles i stopped and waited for the cars behind to catch up. we collabarated and decided to turn back and make a right at that bullet ridden sign.which turned out to be right. because right after that the pink ribbons started. that was our light to the end of the tunnel. the trail was small and tight for the truck.but i slammed through and we were finally greeted by the first tribe member.
told us where to park,where the fire would be and the djs etc...
for we were one of the only ones there out of twenty.the djs just got there as well so set up was still some time off and no fire yet. and its balls cold.
we walked around a bit and said hi to those who were around.then i decided to crawl into my bag in the bed of the truck.just to nap a little before it started.
my little turned into all night.
i got offered mushrooms once around 3 i think,but it was soooo damn cold,and my bag soooo damn warm and rousing from my deep sleep i just couldnt get the energy to get up. i just needed a quick awakening,but everyone went back to the party and let me slumber.
which i wasnt too mad about.i listen to my body most of the time.and when it tells me to stay and sleep.i generally listen.but i woke at around 7am.music still pumping,yelling and happy sounds coming from everywhere.
drank my vodka for breakfast and headed towards the fire which was smoldering.i stoked it up and quickly we had a nice little morning gathering around the fire.
I passing my bottle,they passing there joints.the sun rising,the warmth hitting our skin taking the icy morning chill out of the desert.and our clothes off.
just what i needed this morning. the music was great,the people even better. ive met many a cool burners since being here and i see them almost every weekend at these events we attend.
we partied all the rest of the day. dancing,sitting in circles,talking around the fire.
they finally started to winde down at around 4 i think.the music getting more chill,along with the leftover party people like us.till finally it looked just how it began with only about 20 and a few cars parked sparsely in the open desert.
sobered up a bit,i turn the key and were off.in a long long blurry daze home.trying to navigate our ship safely through the l.a highways to the cozy and long awaited bed.my back aint doing too well after that truck sleeping.
we stopped at a little country truck stop diner,the last 24 has been booze,smoke and one orange with a hard boiled egg. im ready for food now.greasy spoon trucker food.mmmmmm.
with all eyes on us and our not too normal looking attire,it didnt even matter,we strutted right in,sat down smiling and ready to feast.
mozzarella sticks up first,then the country biscuits and gravy,salad, now my main course,patty melt with fries.
brp!excuse me,still taking a few days for the grease to course through my body.
and thats about the last i remember,the drive was a blur,me barely holding on to pilot us home,but upon arrival i crashed into the bed like i had just been knocked out in the first round by mike tyson.dreams,i dont remember,which isnt new,but my long nap was just what i needed.i remember waking at the alarm,early for a pick up shift at the coffee shop.i think i slept enough hours,but im still fuzzy,and they notice at work immediatly with laughs and asking where ive been since my unemployment.so i tell them the flip69 drinking days story and the mojave story.have my bagel and soy hazelnut latte,and finish out the day,ready for this weekend at space island.
another warehouse party.the last big one of the year,with performers,many djs on many floors,art,firespinners and all that you can imagine for a long night of parties and socializing. so thats on tap for this evening.
the bar job,i went back today,and the lady was a bitch.apparently the owner never told her i was to come in and she was caught off guard.plus it was slow so she didnt think she would need me,but if i wanted to stay and take tables and train and everything without pay or tip i could.i told her maybe i would just come back later then and talk to the owner because that just didnt sound right to me.so i said call me if you need me.but im pretty sure im not going back there.except to drink on sundays when the doors band is playing.if they want me after that,we'll work something out. plus this vietnamese restaurant around the corner is interested in me and said they will let me know their decision on mon or tues.

so for now,im back to the unemployed life and not complaining.still living off my coffee shop check with one more to come on monday.so if nothing comes to fruition now then maybe the new year has just what im waiting for.i wait and see.
now i gotta go concentrate on my dress for tonight.
i have brown velvet sleeper pants with a fuzzy gold belt and my biker boots.now to find a top,glue the hair,and the party supplies are on the way and where off to space.
i should call marko.