My Response to Playa Magic
1st year 2009 my camp-mates and I had just recently come back from a night out on the playa. Coming to camp as the sun was about 2 hours from coming over the horizon and the sky had just begun to have the dreamy glow about it. We cuddled up on a pluton and began sharing stories of the night. What was amazing what went wrong.. where were so and so.. oh i met this person .. i did that.. etc etc. Until suddenly we stopped talking and we all glance at eachother and say.. omg. i think i might be hungry!
Alas, we had a problem. The torn insides of our stomach linings from the prior days were not too keen on making bacon or a smoothie or anything for that matter. As we sat looking defeated we decided that maybe it was best that we just skipped a meal as nothing sounded good or even tolerable at the time.
Nearly 3 seconds after we decide we are not going to make food and just sit until the sun came up, we hear a bell outside of our camp. Thinking it is a stranger excited to see a bar with liquor at this time of night we welcome him to camp. Instead of coming in he says.. You look like you need something and I believe I have it. I am Jesse. Our faces llit up like we had just seen a unicorn (oh wait we did that earlier) and we anxiously awaited Jesse’s gift. As he rings the bell and we come out to his bicycle equipped with a generator on the back, a belgium waffle machine, and a rack holding syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.. we literally MELTED. He had saved us with possibly the only creation any of us could stomach and I will never forget Jesse the Waffle Guy.
Playa Magic is real. Whatever you need will enter your life as long as you are willing to accept it.
(Source: zdeaconblue.wordpress.com)
