The day of the burn was beautiful. The wind had retreated and smiling people were about. The city's bustling boardwalk was parade-like. Costumes that stayed packed all week made it out into the sunshine to sparkle. I had my picture taken with every pretty girl I could find. There's something extra sexy about a woman in fur chaps and wings. I put on my full costume --complete with Hugulets and Vibrating Jock-- and wandered the city with my soul brothers. We were superheroes of funk, riding our decorated bicycles through the love-filled lunacy. I couldn't stop smiling. I was about as happy as I get (without needing a condom).