Nine and a half guitars

Well I think thats me decompressed after my weekend surrounded by burning love.

Can I just say that stumbling down school corridors and walking into the ladies to find a string quartet playing just messes with a ladies mind.

Sunday was rough. Actually Sunday was a living nighmare. Thakfully I caught my trains and planes and I landed safe and sound. Even after some dodgy turbulance and the emergency lighting switching on in the plane. I kept my shit together but my knuckles were white.

The timing of a mates phone call was perfect and I went round to theirs still with suitcase in hand. They looked after me well and I fell asleep face down on my pillow, fully clothed with my suitcase still abandoned in the hall way.

Stumbled into work on Monday morning to discover my day was only going to get worse. Both boses couldnt do the induction so I was now held responsible to look after people and actually be on the ball.
Everything that could go wrong, went fucking wrong.

No stewards at one of the properties.
Late buses
Some fool up the crags had got stuck and our bus was blocking the entrance. Trying to explain to the police that I had lost the bus driver.

But the cutest thing was my boss standing up as soon as I walked in the office and gave me a big hug. After all it was the first time I had done this and none was the wiser.

Fell asleep at 8pm. That was after I got my apologies out the way from my foul PMT come down combo which turned me into a super bitch. Sorry people it was the hormones.

But today was rather exciting.

Our work employs seasonal staff and do exactly what it says on the tin. Help us out through our busy season. So we gotta train them up.
I arrived half way through the session and was greated by a very lovely bunch of people. As per usual practice Vic introduces me and as usual you give your banter in what you do. 'And what do you get up to in your spare time Claire' I roll my eyes at Vic and do my pre-rehearsed, simple explanation of Burning Man.
Usual reaction is then me answering random questions from random people.
Then...
Boy - 'I went last year'.
Me - 'Do you live in edinburgh?'
Boy - 'yeah'
Me- 'Oh my god, can I give you a hug' before he had time to answer I'm across there hugging this man like crazy.
Give apologies for my actions to the rest of the room and sit down.

Briefly chatted to him between a session and got his email address. 3 people from Edinburgh headed across for the last few years. Not this year I'm afraid. But anyway the moral of the story is that I now have an email address from Edinburgh who has actually been to the burn.

How lovely.

Song - Brand New Watusi
Artist - Quantic