Remember how I said I was going to write about the Hooper Hand-Fasting at Burning Man? I still haven’t, but Stefan did, over at hooping.org. As a video editor, you can bet that Stefan included some footage in his review.

To his report, I will only add these things:
1. I forgot about the marriage (which I hadn’t really planned on participating in), but was invited to “a hooping thing at 4:30″ by a couple different people. I showed up, and realized that I was about to get “married” in what I happened to be wearing a the time (a pair of dirty white tap pants) and a white gauze shirt I borrowed from Christabel.

2. Wow, I look ugly in my vows video.

3. While I’m normally not a fan of rituals, it was nice to be able to express my commitment to the community I’m serving over at hooping.org.

4. The center camp “wedding reception” was my first and, for all I know, my last hooping performance. It was exhilarating, and my boobs fell out of my shirt and I didn’t care. The best part was how all of us shouted encouragement (and letchy comments) while our fellow hoopers were performing. Overheard shouts included, “yeah, girl — shake that ass!” and “All RIGHT now. Nice tits, too!” and “There he goes, there he goes — teach it, boy!” There are pictures of the performance over at hooping.org.

5. The honeymoon has been going just fine, thank you.