Ah, the night was full.
Though, of the two, I would have to lean towards an earlier engagement rather than the Wolfie gig.
Now, as you remember, I tend to watch the Burning Man events rather closely. Hopgenesis 2020 seemed like the thing for me.
And yes, the Burner thing was fun and you can scan additional images HERE.
And yet, and yet, and yet, every time I visit the Figueroa Hotel for a little event, I want to move in.
I am far too romanced by the sophisticated North African motif . See, We were doing double duty this night with a bon voyage party at the beginning. 
Now that the sweat of the wedding day has dried offa’ Mr. Kaysey Sweeleb, he is bound to Memphis. The dame and the dog and the boy did a going away thing at the “fig”.
I do enjoy the setting.
So why do I not gush back fondly to the Burner People gig? ‘Cuz when I go to those events I need to be pre-tuned to enjoy drowsy eyed spectacles, visualizations, and carefree nekkid chicks.
You’ll find freeform expression at a fire-people thing, but not much intellectual depth and/or seasoned culture. Why was I not pre-tuned to this? When I don the vintage wear for these themes I,
number one: expect to see others also putting in the effort,
…and number two: get in the mood for playful period hobb-nobbin’.
Burners wanna’ dance to the “electro-beat” and count how many heads turn at their ‘outrageous mad-max gear’.
That's it.
Why don’t they just stop teasing me into thinkin’ they actually wanna’ explore a bygone genre?
My fault, I guess I’m just a gay for dressin’ up and chasin’ around that rabbit's tail.
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