I saved myself the disappointment of looking for you on the playa--- to the best of my understanding, BM really is about NO expectations and living for the moment. (Although I can't say I didn't wish for you to appear to me once or twice) I was so frazzled when I saw you that I didn't even remember where you told me you were camping. I thought of you all week. As your Playa wife and dear life-long cronie, I need some of your time! Please, please, please contact me. 4 years in a row is worth some investigation. Don't you think?
Anyone else know where to find my Estonian friend from San Fran?