|I walked over to Ranger HQ, which was just a couple of camps over from HOTD. On the way, I spoke with Ranger Kiote, who was just coming off shift. Miss Piggy was handling check-in, and I had to go back for my ID.|
|Monkey Shoes and I checked out some of the artwork out on the playa. There was a huge statue of Godzilla decorated with hundreds of little green army men, toy guns and plastic airplanes. We walked past the Trojan Horse, five stories tall and on huge wooden wheels. It was set to burn later on in the week.|
|We passed a number of art cars, still parked at their various camps.
One remarkable art car was someone's version of the Nautilus from
"Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea." The sides were made of real sheet
I saw that art car later on in the week, crusining around the playa... with a big, rubber squid hanging off its tail.
|I got my meal ticket and went to the commissary for lunch. It turned out I was camped between Ranger HQ and the commissary. Sweet! There were lots of pretty girls at HOTD when I returned from my shift, including one brunette girl and her friend in purple who reminded me of Inara from “Firefly.” Their companion, a topless girl named Monica, said that while she was growing up she got very tired of being compared to Monica Lewinski. “I am not the world’s most famous c*cks*ck*r!” she declared. A tanned, muscular guy proceeded to teach Monica how to do a handstand.|
|A lovely blonde girl from Minnesota called Go-Go showed up and started
playing around with D-Mo. She did some tricks with a couple of his collectable
HOTD poker chips. After that, she demonstrated some rope techniques, right
up on the bar. She was a good sport. At one point, a BLM Ranger drove past
on patrol. When people shouted for them to loan their handcuffs, they offered
a couple of zip ties. Go-Go gave me her email address so I could send her
copies of my pictures.
At some point, I ended up behind the bar, I guess because that’s where the beer was. It certainly wasn't because of any bartending talents. That was when I met Diana, a lovely brunette girl who had her left arm in a sling. It had broken so badly she needed surgery; she showed me the scars. (She was going by the name Broken Wing.) We talked about writing and vampires and horror stories, and she recommended a book called “Geek Love,” which I’d actually heard of before. Before she left, I heard her tell a friend I was a “kindred spirit.” I never saw her again.
|Migh came by from next door, walking slowly, because she was dressed as a mermaid, with a chain mail top and her legs together as a tail. She looked luminous. Migh ordered a bloody Mary, and I worried about mixing it good enough. Payette, in a silly pink wig, helped me out behind the bar, and laughed at how nervous I got.|