After
dropping the bikes and cords at a friend’s garage
in Ashland, we make our way down to the Beau Club. Five
minutes after midnight a thin man wearing a hat and dark
glasses enters the bar, walks toward us without hesitation,
and slides smoothly into the booth next to Ivan.
He orders a drink and waits for the waitress to leave before
speaking to us directly.
"Thanks
for coming. Obviously, you understand the importance of
the mission."
We
nod as if we know what the hell he’s talking about.
He
produces a little yellow rubber ducky from his pocket and
sets it on the table.
"Gentleman
… it’s my pleasure to introduce you to Ducky
103."
According
to the Neo-Varietarians, the biggest problem plaguing modern
society today is a lack of fun.
"Enjoying
life and experiencing adventure are art forms that require
cultivation, discipline, and focus,” he explains.
“A lot of people take fun for granted. They forget
how to dance, laugh, take risks, travel, be impulsive. They
lament the passing of their youth and tell stories about
the days when they *used* to have fun. A person can’t
spend 40 hours a week working and expect to simply turn
the fun on when Friday comes. It’s no wonder society
is falling apart."
In
order to fight the insideous forces of boredom and mediocrity,
the Neo-Varietarians released a flock of 200 rubber duckies
into the world--an army of little floating fun embassadors.
People who accompany these ducks are instructed to send
stories and photos back to the Neo-Variety Web site detailing
their exploits. According to Thin Man, for some reason,
this little ducky wants to go to Burning Man.
Ivan
empties the rest of his glass in one long pull, sets it
down on the table, and picks up 103 with a squeak. "Have
no worries Thin Man. We're trained professionals."
Over
the course of a single beer we are transformed from a pair
of above-average gravity fiends on their way to BRC, into
Duck Brigade 103 … professional postmodern
fun operatives; universal defenders of derelict behavior.
In a drunken early morning raid, Ivan commandeers a green
and white pennant flag from an apartment complex and adorns
it with the outline of a two-dimensional water fowl. We
approach the gates of Black Rock City proudly flying the
banner of DB103. The Greeter says, "Welcome Home."
"Our
little yellow friend gives a squeak and I reply: "Greetings
….. We’re with the duck."
"EXCELLENT!!!!
Hey guys, they brought the duck!!!" He shouts, prompting
loud cheers from the other greeters.
Our
Burning Man experience is a haze of sand, wind, sun,
art, wild people, cool neighbors (Melrose Place Rocks!),
capricious bike gods, drinking, smoking, wandering in the
night air, talking, laughing, and dancing until dawn. In
the middle of the week we discover why 103 has brought us
to the edge of pagan civilization: Devil Duck Camp. They
have a large glowing demon rubber ducky and a few dozen
hot little bathtub-babes with sharp red horns and cute yellow
tail feathers.
Before
Ivan can say: “where’s the duck?” …
103 has vanished into the devil dome.
The following morning we find that we are out of coffee,
mate’, bagels, and beer.
There
is not a single orifice not crusted with playa dust. 103
is passed out on the ground with a fresh tatt on his little
rubber ass and a ducky-ate-the-canary-smile on his beak.
We
make our escape from BRC in the sunrise and drive to the
***** Reservoir where we spend an hour rigging a King Swing
jump to the bottom of the bridge. Ducky’s first flight
is 220-feet of gravitational bliss. He rockets through the
air at the end of a bright orange lifeline giving out involuntary
squeaks of joy as he flies across the surface of the lake,
upside down, at terminal velocity.
As
I write this, it’s 4:20-am on the pacific coast. I'm
still buzzing from the rush of the jump. The city is resting
quietly outside while I tap away in the glow of my laptop.
Monday is my first real dose of reality. Needless to say,
it will be a little harsh. There’s no shortage of
work and stress waiting to consume my time. But tonight
I will sleep soundly knowing that Ivan and 103 are out there
somewhere in the desert with a beautiful girl on their way
to Vegas.
Stay tuned for more updates from Duck Brigade 103,
where having fun is serious business. |