An Invitation . . .
Two years ago I received a telephone call.
“Faddah. We was – all of us – gonn’a spend some time away
from it all. . . just a few of us. Your name come up. Are you
available to get away and spend some down time?”
I was.
That was three years ago.
Here is the invitation I got this year. . .
A few years ago we found what could loosely be described as a “town” . [It] consists of simply a bar/restaurant and 15 room
motel with a small campground across the street, all owned by the
same people.
Thats the entire town.
In 15 years on the road, we have had the pleasure of meeting
some of the best, weirdest, brilliant, hilarious, beautiful and gifted
fuck-ups, geniuses, artists and general champions of life, all in
small pockets or individually around the world.
For the last couple of years, the folks at [The Town] have allowed
us to bring those people together and take over for what has
become a legendary blow-out 4 day party – our own personal
Merry Pranksters.
[It] is in the middle of nowhere. This not only allows us that much
more freedom for hijinx, it also weeds out the weak. This is
necessary because shit is going to get weird.
Imagine driving for hours thru back roads [ . . . ] only to stumble
upon Col. Kurtz’s compound from Apocolypse Now. People are
playing tennis in the highway. There’s someone in a bunny suit.
Another in Leiderhosen. Somebody has cleared the furniture from
their room and filled a giant kiddie pool as a communal hottub
with a naked clown floating face down in it. A makeshift band is
playing on the deck while people watching are drinking pickle
juice and vodka. A hero has started a small army to make a
pre-dawn Vietnam supersoaker and water balloon attack on an
unsuspecting family of Japanese tourists who decided to camp for
a night across the street. A bleeding man in a speedo in riding an
electric scooter across loose gravel. Three women are down the
road hitchhiking naked. When someone stops, five naked guys
jump from a minivan and scare the fuck out of them. In room 9,
they are playing chess in Nazi helmets. Other folks just talk and
laugh and hike to hidden waterfalls that not even the parks department will tell you about.
You don’t need to know anybody. Most people don’t the first time.
You’ll have 50 best friends by the time you leave. Don’t worry, no
one here is a douchebag.
[ . . . ]
Thanks for being part of something incredible in such a boring world.
