Yes, I was a quintessential jaded and bitter veteran. And yes, I'm actually sorry I didn't go in '97.
Sometimes.
I certainly missed out onthe desert, the comraderie, meeting new folks, et cetera.
I didn't miss the hypercommodification, the "technopaganism thru buckyballs
and mixtapes," the rockstardom and politicking, or the 15,000 frat-boy
spectators.
Plus:
the locals didn't want us there. That was enough even without the
Haight Street on the Playa vibe.