skippy3k wrote:My wife puked at the base of the lamp post right outside of Thunderdome after fighting in the dome the night of the burn. In her defense she was sober but suffering from smoke inhalation and drinking too much water at once to stop the coughing. Still. I felt like crap knowing she was MOOPing that night's pasta and about a gallon of water right there.
Phreddiva wrote:skippy3k wrote:My wife puked at the base of the lamp post right outside of Thunderdome after fighting in the dome the night of the burn. In her defense she was sober but suffering from smoke inhalation and drinking too much water at once to stop the coughing. Still. I felt like crap knowing she was MOOPing that night's pasta and about a gallon of water right there.
Lots of sober people puke after fighting in the dome...
(and my campmate cleaned more than just her puke, and I had to clean human feces between two art cars... so, she wasn't the worst of it.)
stew wrote:You guys are tame.
One night, I was getting so annoyed by people with handheld lasers pointing them at crowds (those things are not the laser pointers you see in offices, those are much stronger and can cause injuries). So I gave one poor laser pointer owner an unfriendly lecture about the stupidity of his behavior and a free demonstration of the approximate effects using his eye and my (not so weak) flash light. His girlfriend did the right thing and pulled him away from me.
Repeat after me: being a danger to other people's health is not radical self-expression.
catinthefunnyhat wrote:I insisted on joining my friends in their adventures, which -- due to my leg-breaking adventures earlier in the summer -- meant they had to slow down (waaaay the fuck down) and wait for me while I crutched through soft playa and took many breath-catching breaks. Eventually, I smartened up and stopped trying to tag along so much, but I probably should have done that sooner.
On burn night, we all went out to the playa together. My partner brought chairs for me and him, and we set them down in the near playa and watched from their. Our friends continued onwards and watched from a closer position. Later, they collected us on their way back to camp, and we all travelled back (at crutching pace) together. Once we arrived, my partner sent them off on their way to continue the night's festivities while he and I stayed in camp. Realistically, I was way too tired and cold (I had worked up a sweat with the crutching, and that sweat had turned to ice water as soon as I rested) to go out and celebrate. But instead of being thankful to my partner for staying at camp and keeping me company, I wasted energy and emotions feeling sorry for myself that I was missing things. Extra asshatish of me, given that I was missing things as a consequence of my own daredevilry, and he was missing things solely out of love for me.
Perhaps my username should be catintheasshat.
Chiroptera wrote:You are awesome - thanks for sharing your story.
catinthefunnyhat wrote:and he was missing things solely out of love for me.
Spadge63 wrote:I laughed at the poor newbie when he rode his bike through and crashed on a very wet spot of playa where someone had dumped a large amount of water. I told him he can put that on the list of bad ideas as I pedaled past him laughing. I should have stopped to help him scrape the sticky playa off his wheels.
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