Yesterday, A. flew off to the west coast for two and a half weeks to visit family and attend the hippie fest that is Burning Man out in the middle of a Nevada desert. When he first told me about the annual event years ago I just wondered why anyone would willingly subject themselves to a week of torture in the heat and dust with few showers and a non-stop crazy parade. But now, after watching him excitedly prep for it and hearing about all the awesome art installations and the complete freedom of expression that takes place out there, I'm just hoping he'll enjoy it so much he'll want to go again - so I can come along, too.