Life is Beautiful - Las Vegas

[Drunk Monk]

I think he’s every night. My dream is he gets dosed and I get to talk him down.

My first mission was a total fail. I was tasked to pick up our doc in the director’s huge yellow Jeep. Hybrid, fully loaded ride. So automated I couldn’t figure out how to open the damn window.  I got totally lost circling around Fremont trying to find him, then got even more lost on the way back. In my defense, the roads were all redirected and the crowd was queuing to enter but clearly I was the wrong person for that job. At least, I got him in the end.

I have been tasked as a roamer. Just gotta keep my ear to the radio. Perfect. My fav position.

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Doors are open!

I’m temporarily at the Bacardi stage table service near the side gate. It has a commanding view of the portapotty compound. 

It’s hot and muggy. Sprinkled a tiny bit - like I felt a drop or two - just enough for the air to be thick.

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Web access getting sketch like at any fest, but it’s so early. 

This is one of those shows where the gals all wear lingerie and the dudes all wear tropical shirts. A lot of gals have those ring garter straps used for securing dildos to the top of their thighs. I know this because of my Folsom years...