Furious Seasons

October 02, 2006

Why I Hate Burning Man

Swear to God, I hate that annual festival in the Nevada desert, which seems to breed the most self-possessed people on the planet who just think everything is "chill" 'cuz of their special post-hippie vibe and that everyone will be cool with exactly what they want 'cuz everyone should be down with their scene. And it wouldn't be cool to not be down with their scene.

Case in point: new neighbors moved in next to my apartment yesterday and I happened to meet them. "We met at Burning Man," they said. I shoulda known that was trouble. I told them that their bedroom was right next to my bedroom and that while I didn't mind noise at midnight or 1 am...well the hint was there to not wake me up after that.

Cut to an hour ago. I am awakened by the sound of these two folks fucking the hell out of each other coming through my bedroom walls. Nice. Now I cannot get back to sleep. Thanks Burning Man people! I look forward to leaving you the uncomfortable "I can hear you fucking at 3 am" note on their door later today. I hoep the Ecstacy wears off and you can actually read it.

A few weeks ago, I was over at a friend's house and her roommate comes home after a long drive from Burning Man. Wouldn't shut up about how cool it was, how all the food and booze is free and everyone loves one another and is down with free love and everything. Carried on like that for two hours. By all reports he was driving his friends nuts with the same talk for weeks on end.

Crap the Burning Man crowd is annoying.

Posted by Philip Dawdy at October 2, 2006 04:01 AM

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Comments

Though you lost sleep, I have to say this is one entry that made me laugh. That is too funny.
Good thing I'm not their neighbor, I wouldnt have waited to put a post it on the door.

In a situation such as this, I have resorted to tossing shoes methodically at the wall.

On the topic of annoying:

Two things: I drove to Ballard to do some handiwork in a garden. I was glad my car windows dont roll down, so I wouldnt yell out my window a freedom-liberties-women have rights thing at all of those Sunday school teachers(sorry Mom) holding anti-abortion signs every corner or so.

Then, my neighbors, who race cars had to rev every freaking motor they owned last night. I wish THEY were at Burning Man so I wouldn't have to hear this shit when my vomiting started for Fall-nerves.
Instead, I dont deliver notes. No, I felt the need to yell outside, in my yard: Is it necessary to constantly show off your balls?.

Now, you see, I'm in trouble.

At least I didn't ever say that in mental health court.

Good luck with the neighbors

Posted by: Stephany at October 2, 2006 08:12 AM

Dude Phil this was so right on I had to comment. I can't stand burning man people. THEY SUCK. that is all. kudos.

Posted by: Lily at October 2, 2006 09:36 AM

Reminds me of my sucky roommate situtaion. Except your case is worse, becuase you can't just call the RA. Really hope this works out for you!

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Posted by: Puckett at October 5, 2006 04:44 PM

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Posted by: Stephany at October 5, 2006 09:50 PM