The Blog of Wistar Watts Murray

1. A childrens’ lunchbox. Nixed because it was too “90s rave culture.”

2. A bottle opener shaped like a flamingo. Beak seemed sharp - dangerous.

3. An envelope for business cards. Is she going to be handing out business cards at Burning Man? Probably not. You don’t want those people knowing where you work.

4. Condoms. She’s already stocked up.

5. Drugs. All I have is Tylenol PM and a couple Vicodin left over from dental surgery. That’s not going to cut it in the desert.

6. Some anti-Bush, pro-liberal buttons. Isn’t that just assumed?

7. Cute purse. Oh wait - that was for me.

8. A decorative thermos. Wasn’t nearly big enough to hold the two gallons of water you have to drink every hour you’re there.

9. Chocolate. A) It would melt. B) People would assume it was laced with something and then they’d be disappointed and perhaps take it out on my friend.

10. An escape pod. jjjjjk.

I settled on something very ordinary (albeit Mexican), and something she can easily re-gift to new friends, and something that can double as a travel case for LSD. I’m a good shopper.

PS Thank you Cha Cha’s and Paper Rock Scissors.

I don’t want to neglect Diana. Diana and I are in the Recluse Honor Society. Diana comes home from work, reads The Odyssey, watches Carnivale, and makes thousands of dollars worth of beautiful jewelry. She sits on her smoky rug and tweezes sterling silver into necklaces for hours. Sometimes she reads my blog. Sometimes she picks up the phone when I call. She is the best person to have breakfast with in Northern Virginia. We share a love for eating our boyfriends’ food. I am always pleased when I can get her out of the house.