Andreas is napping in preparation for our impending drive out into the desert to attend one of Moontribe’s quarterly full-moon gatherings. We’ll be leaving some time around 10pm, dancing most of the night and all morning until it gets too hot and I get incredibly grumpy and insist that we get back in the air conditioned truck and come home. Photos tomorrow, hopefully.

And remember: it’s not a rave. It’s an intentional gathering. Repeat after me: underground dance community intentional gathering (UDC-IG). HA! (Warning: if none of that made sense to you, then you’re lucky enough not to be familiar with the political semantics of the rave community.)