Awards, I know, right? Certainly nothing official.
The first was in '09 from a guy who is part of the Necklace Factory. He made beautiful posters, with a matching patch, and an engraved medal. There were 350 of these passed out. It was quite an amazing experience when this man showed up in a dusty brown suit, fedora, and a beat up suit case. I had to sign this huge book and, while tripping balls, he explained to me the whole process of the awards and why he does it. My kitchen coordinator that year started crying while he was talking. The only part of the speech I remember verbatim was, "Just to confuse you more, I gave the people who built the man three awards this year, and I'm giving you three awards." It was an experience I'll never (completely, even if it's a bit hazy) forget.
Last year, it was a group of cool guys that had welded rebar into the shape of a man and stuck it on a trophy stand. It says, "Best Bar on the Playa."
Anyway, awards, especially at the Burn, are all from the perspective of those giving them out. All it really means to us, and anyone who would take us up on this offer, is that people appreciate and love our camp and energy.
Our head kitchen coord broke his leg this winter and he's been saving up to get a ticket while out of normal work. I'm trying anything to make sure we can get him a ticket. Without him, our kitchen won't run as amazingly as it does every year
I'm only an asshole on the Playa. Especially when you give me a megaphone.