Playa Postcard #1

From: Bo
To: DaBomb
Subject: Playa Postcard

Dear Bomb,

Seems the mortgage crises has hit the playa this year as evidenced by big plots of real estate on esplanade that are sparsely populated. The org has lined the entrance to the center camp with their departments so very little art on the way into 6:00 except for a huge and fantastic fire weeble wobble flibbity flobbidy or something like that. The playa is connected as you say. I'm here in Center camp and have no idea where i'm getting internet. But it works. Owwee. Modernity!!!

Center camp is now charging $4.00 for a latte. When I asked the woman behind the counter for cream, she seriously said to me "do you think this is Starbucks?" At that price yes. She was a real bitch and said she'd been going to Burningman for 8 years and they never have cream (this is not true, I know) and that she had the right to talk to me like this because she was behind the right side of the counter. She either had never been to Burningman before based on her bad attitude, she was sadly cracked out or she needed to take a break. Whatev! The smell of burnt martyrs coming from the cafe is worse than hippy patchuli because the entire cafe staff is worst than DPW. they keep asking for tips and saying they are working so hard and sacrificing their burn by doing it. Good grief. The Amer-i-can dream andnl still people hate their job. Chai is right! FREE CHAI!!!!!!!!!!!! eyaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! I'll go get better tasting coffee with less abuse from another camp.

So you know about the dust on Monday. It hopefully is all over. You would have hated it. Its Firday and the city is electric. Anyway toots. I love you!!!!!

Bo