last night i walked right into a 100 dollar burning man party. the warehouse took up an entire block in SoMa. It was apparently the place to be. Again, I just walked in the backdoor.
On the main dancefloor, even though everyone was covered in green glowing dots, i'd rather be at home with my dog.
I tried to let go of my spirit, and just float through the crowd, but everyone kept getting in my way.
I feel the same way about the burning man crowd - as i did about my first time to SoHo in 1998: Why is everybody dressed the same?