Van trip up the California coast. Alcatraz sold out for the next week, so instead: Burning Man greeter training.
I wandered around San Francisco for a couple of hours till the afternoon Burning Man Greeter meeting. I really love the city, and I could and did just enjoy wasting time there.
I’ve been a greeter before — about two years ago I did about a ten-hour shift one day, got wicked sunburn as well as burnout that lasted about a day, but had an enormously fun time doing it. Your job as greeter is to welcome people to the city, and remind them of the basic health and safety issues: video cameras must be registered (and don’t take videos of people without permission, it’s rude), don’t throw anything into the portapotties (we practiced saying “No condoms, no tampons, no baby wipes…” to which I tend to add “…no shrunken human heads, no live chickens…”), and Leave No Trace (“don’t let it hit the ground”).
You’re encouraged to have a lot of fun with people and get them into the spirit of the event, and help newbies get their first orientation.
Otherwise training was fun, though of course lots of extraneous chatter and at least one incidence of spontaneous nudity. No, not by me.