we had a couple of german guys wander into camp, barely spoke english, asking if we knew where they could buy beer or water. they seemed amused that we couldn't direct them, and only offered some glasses of water for them to drink...we tried to splain things some, but I don't think they got much of it. ok, that's not funny that's sad
funny...funny...ok, or crazy. lessee...my favorite might be the brit who hung out with us and answered the god phone, he had the best accent, and he was a kind and benevolent god. sadly he was too drunk to walk, and whenever he tried to stand up he fell down knocking everything over. I personally found that hillarious, and endlessly amusing, to which my friend wondered what was up with me and the drunk boys. ok, that's more pathetic than funny. I guess. although I laughed pretty hard.
ok here, this was totally crazy. I got called out right before the man burn, and by the time I got back I thought I had missed conclave, but I guess they just didn't spin. anyways, once the man fell I was standing there wondering where the heck everyone from my camp had fucked off to, and all of a sudden a banging fire jam opened out of the crowd right in front of me, and I looked down and some of my friends were sitting at my feet. so I got a front row fire performance, and found my peeps too. yeah, you're right. that's just normal playa eventfulness. ok, I got nothin :)
just listen to the drum