Like Zombies out of a George Romero Movie.

[learnteach]

They came lurching out of the duststorm, shaking spazmodically. The wind moaned in the cables that held the place together, the flags slapped and chattered, and through scarfs and rags and breathing masks--much like refugees from some evil plague--they muttered, grumbled, coughed.



Some were in rags, some in glitter, some in nothing much at all. Eyes were masked, goggled, bloodshot, dustrimed, wide with revelations from who knows what source. They stumbled, some dropping before they could reach the counter, the most fortified area in the joint. The specialists crouched behind their machines, fighting the dust to keep them operating, while Kai kept our spirits up as much as he could, dapper even in the face of the final rush. Twanda was working to make sure we had as many nozzles working as possible.

I paused for a moment, on the steps of the reefer truck holding our most precious supplies. Looking out over the staggering horde, I could hear a chant starting up. Kai leaped up on the table and shouted: "That's it, you Zombies, Dance Break!"

A cry rose from the crowd, and I realized that my moments were few. They paused, stunned by our gyrating, pounding action. And then, rising above the crowd, came the cry of the last lost undead hippie:

"I just wanted some coffee, man!"

Another end of shift at the Center Cafe'.

Comments

[channel6.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the dust storm hordes---we had a similar group assemble in our storage dome two years ago during a particularly nasty one.

There's something about the storm hordes that is endearing, isn't there?

I AM going to miss not going this year.

[norsebiker43.livejournal.com]

Like I say to my co-worker who does BM and is a Ranger; "and exactly what part of fun is all that?!?"
After living in the desert for 3 years, why would anyone want to willing spend their vacation on one?
I think Burning Man would be nicer if it were held in a forest.
Just my $0.02


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