The guy who instigated and organizes the event linked below was mayor of our theme camp the first year we went to Burning Man, and he's still sort of called Mayor G____. (Dig my 19th Century style of leaving off real names!) I was mayor this past year, and pretty much only did the same thing I saw him do then: Direct really tired people to camping spots in the middle of the night.
Anyway, I wanted to do this parade but I never snagged the time to decorate a bicycle, and then a more attractive demand was made on my time, and that was that. Speaking of which, last Saturday's Xmas party went well, here's a pic.
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Love how you bring out the sparkles in her face!
Are those wardrobe malfunctions or just BAU?
Cute pic, btw! (And my comment can apply to either party, or both.)
BAU? Burners About Underwear? Bad Ass Ubermensch? Oh! Business As Usual. Yes. I couldn't find an appropriately festive shirt and she said don't bother.
I'm thinking the ... uh, wine glass and the magnification of the, er, thumbs which are suggestive of, say, a little excitement at the peek of cleavage 'neath the darling white fur vest is the alleged wardrobe malfunction.
Unless the fetching peek of cleavage is the cause of the reference?
At first it was hers, but then he caught my eye as well. :)
That bustier never malfunctioned. The very idea! It was prim and trim and ironclad. You people and your loose modern thinking.
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