queen_o_sheba wrote:WORST: potentially getting fired from job
We would like to find a burner-friendly lawyer in So Cal (San Diego would be awesome) to help us with this.
You already posted this elsewhere, and didn't post anything "best." Your husband's job has nothing to do with BRC, it has to do with your employer. Let's focus.
BEST: Serving absinthe and root beer and sharing the Red Baron with so many new friends and lovely souls...Americans, Brazilian, Swiss, Canadian, Aussie, Kiwi, Japanese, Mexican, English, Russian, Hungarian, German, Israeli, African, Belgian...ICELAND... All sharing our shade, chairs and drinks with happiness and harmony.
BEST: the veteran burners for keeping the home fires burning, and x-thousand virgin insta-burners who showed up prepared and eager to get it. I hugged and thanked too many first-timers to keep count. Thank you all so much.
BEST: Pier 2, the galleon, the Man base, the Temple. THANK YOU TO MR BEST AND THE TEMPLE CREW.
WORST: The stupid bitch at Gate who refered to early Burners as "her dummies" because they arrived a couple of hours early thinking that there would a much, much longer line to the gate. You must think you're pretty fucking awesome to greet people to BRC by insulting them, there, Precious, but you should probably put your Snow White costume back on and go find a job at Disneyland because you're the shittiest excuse for a BRC volunteer we've EVER encountered one playa. In contrast, our DMV experience was great!
WORST: the camp near us running a 5000-watt generator, unmuffled, next to their neighbors' tents just to power a couple of strings of Christmas lights when nobody was even visiting their camp. When your neighbors can't greet people across their bar because YOUR music is too loud for anybody to hear, and you have no visitors, it doesn't even MATTER that every other verse included the word "nigger"; you need a DJ with a clue. BEST catch of a clue: by Friday, they corrected it and turned out to be awesome new friends and neighbors with great music and a lovely camp.
WORST: the shitstain frat boys who urinated on SlutGarden's cars just because nobody would give you a blowjob or whatever. That's what your drunk uncle is for. Also, the woman who asked a Slutgarden volunteer "are you serving drinks?" and then demanded a marguerita instead of what they were serving lines of people. None of you get it.
WORST playa conditions ever...on one side of the city.
WORST mutant vehicle/camp was the space ship on the scissor lift which had the man on it. You parked your piece of shit in the front ring of art vehicles and, with absolutely nothing blocking your view of the entire Man, you raised the lift another 12' ANYWAY to block the view of hundreds of people behind you. You suck. You're unredeemable. You fucked up people's burn night. Way to go, bitches. The couple of ships who repositioned to create the smaller obstruction to others deserve cheers but I don't know who they were.
WORST BRC WEEKLY I've ever read. Nobody give a single shit whether you' in a bar in Mexico after you've been to 20 burns and it's not as good anymore, or whether you think it's jumped the shark. You're not as good as you were 20 years ago either so swim up to your bar and feel old. The BEST place on earth for my wife and I is Black Rock City, again, and although we noted your cynicism we didn't notice your absence. The most pedestrian, amateurish form of journalism is when a writer writes all about himself and then admits he's not even actually AT the event.
BEST Entry and Exodus I've ever experienced. No line in, 2 hours out... I'm still confused.
WORST: my expectations for BRC based on all the cynical doom and gloom. BRC 2012 was fucking awesome. It seems like there were as many douchebags in 2004 per 30,000 as there were in 2012 with almost twice the population. My fifth burn was as awesome, wild, spiritual and fulfilling as any. We left the playa with smiles on our faces and tears in our eyes. Thank you so much, everybody!