Decompression
I first became aware of the concept of decompression after attending Burning Man back in 2013. Most of the after party events that took place in Reno following Burning Man fell under the title of “Decompression”. One similarity between Burning Man and the trip I came back from was unlimited access to alcohol. My plan to stay hydrated in the desert was to drink excessively. The fact that alcohol dehydrates you was a lesson I learned the hard way. After making my way outside a tent I lost consciousness. It was regained inside a medical tent (looked a lot like M.A.S.H.).
At the all inclusive resort it was easy to obtain bottles of drinking water. There were times I hydrated as a relief from the heat. Occasionally there were instances where I requested water because of my alcohol intake. Another substance was soon added to that list. A week of heavy drinking can have an impact on returning to your normal routine. For me it was less about drinking and more about the amount of marijuana I consumed before leaving. After settling in I started writing about it. After that brainstorm it was inconceivable for me to write.
One simple law of physics is what goes up must come down. There’s been countless instances where I partook in something and suffered to consequences later. In college in centered around hangovers. Sometimes coming down off acid led to excruciating headaches. In one instance it felt good to call a friend. We both felt like shit after rolling. I’d get into specifics with this trip but I’m looking to try something new. One of the constraints of that brainstorming session was recalling the tale chronological order. Given the eight day timeframe it would probably be easier for me to jump around. It would be better to knock that out in a few days instead of trying to recall highlights at some point in the future…
“Wait…WHAT?!”
There were two dudes I never saw before. It was clear that they were part of the family reunion entourage, but it was unclear if or how they’re related to me. On my father’s side the George family tree is mostly a mystery to me. You’ll see that becomes a reoccurring theme. While keeping track of my niece, I let her know that I’ll be eating at the Barefoot Grill. While loading my plate I see these two dudes. It certainly was an interesting experience to sit and eat with them. One of the first topics I bought up was a friend my cousin came with. One of the dudes said something along the lines of “She’s a friend of the family so she’s off limits”. I’m like “Wait…WHAT?!”. If someone is a friend of your cousin, how does that make her off limits?
In an attempt to spare details I tried looking for the onion booty scene from How To Be A Player on YouTube. Since that was unsuccessful, the basic thing you need to know is an onion booty is so beautiful, it can make you cry. I was ready to tear up on two separate occasions. Clearly she was dressed in attire that would make you do a double take. So this guy was trying to tell me how my rubbernecking was inappropriate. If the person was a long time friend of the family, maybe that would be in poor taste (much like if someone from the reunion caught me in this state)

I think he’s a piece of shit. This was the original meme I was looking for

The meme below kinda sums up my sentiments, with that said I’m choosing to leave it here.

More highlights from my Birthday/Family reunion vacation coming soon…
