Foxy Moxy: The Virgin Burner Diaries...

Installment #2 in the series

I'll spare you the details of putting up a tent at midnight in a petering-out duststorm... we are indeed here, and that's what counts, right? Next door is a bar called The Lost Penguin, announcing itself in neon tubing 7 ft. tall. It will become my main visual landmark on the playa, a beacon to guide me home in the most inclement of weather situations.

Scott and Naked Bob have decided to go to sleep. I have a second wind and am ready for wherever pedal power may take me. I bid the boys "Adieu" and head out into the darkness. I head first for the farthest point out on the side we have settled on. All the streets that fan out from the center point are named for times on the clock. We are camped at four, so I head toward one 'o clock where a giant nightclub named the Opulent Temple reposes.

I'm greeted by 300+ partially-naked writhing bodies, getting their groove on. I have never beheld a nightclub of this size in full swing, even in a major city. The DJ sits between two stories-tall round projection screens and the dancers can stay on the playa level or climb upward and dance on platforms. The entire club jets fire upwards, at key moments, into the night sky. The scale of it is mindblowing, and yet no one seems to marvel but me.

I could join in, but I can feel I've reached my physical limits. I can always come back (and do). On my way home, a sound of something amusingly awful locks in the last of my attention and I pedal as fast as I can to catch up. Rolling across the playa is a mobile karaoke art car, trailing singers on bikes and on foot, doing their damndest to warble their way across the dusty landscape.

I amuse myself with them all the way until we reach the Man, and I realize that the time to sleep is upon me. I head back to my camp with a grin on my face, every muscle pumping the bike in anticipation of all that lies ahead...

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow "Foxy" your are enjoying a wee preview of your eternity in Hell, unless you repent of your perversions i.e. stripping, burlesque,whoredoms....Putting your nudity/ perverse sexuality out there for all to see....

May Jesus set you free as you turn to Him in repentence unto salvation. I hope to see you in Heaven.

In Love

Foxy Moxy said...

Well anonymous, with such superior moral standards as you clearly posess, what in "heaven's" name are you doing reading MY blog, you naughty kitty?!!!

Kenny said...

Wow! Someone needs to pray about their anger and bitterness issues. I think "anonymous" needs their mouth washed out too. Obviously you don't know Foxy very well... prejudice.

Foxy Moxy said...

In all seriousness, I should also say that a vision of an eternity spent in the company of people using their creative gifts to the utmost of their ablilites, not for monetary gain, but for the joy of their fellow man, offered freely and with love, is indeed a glimpse of utopia.

Anonymous said...

Kenny and Foxy, although I can't presume to get inside anonymous' mind, it strikes me that this comment may have been written with a heavy dose of satire. Or maybe not. In any case, I don't see that the commenter is prejudiced if the statement is sincere. Convicted beliefs typically entail a set of consequences for actions; prejudice implies being judged for characteristics such as race, gender, age or sexual orientation for which one has no control. Anonymous is probably making some assumptions about Foxy's lifestyle, however. Go Foxy!