Being: The culmination of years of hard labor and brutal ritual, the final push that will get the runway done, the ancestors pleased, the planes back, and delivered to us the abundant cargo that we so, so deserve; featuring: merchant marines, brazen brass, exceedingly clever flying machines, cardboard communication, synchronized semaphore, lighthouses, ropework, Melanesia, control towers, morse code, dazzling displays of ritual dance, arbitrary and capricious blood letting, sacred Jello, red crosses, gigantic, gimpy John Frum, sea chanteys, and your helping hands when they are needed the most.
an elaborate ruse for a tramway escape to a desolate island paradise.
Beware of swashbuckling pirates, unsympathetic Red Cross workers, and John Frum. If you follow the signs and complete the ritual, you will be amply rewarded for your faith.
Don your WWII flight suit (or similarly inspired attire), brush up on your semaphore signals...
and chart a course for 14 Honey Locusts Park, at 59th St. betw. 1st Ave and 2nd Ave in Manhattan.
Sunday, October 2, 4:00 pm. You will be done at dark.
Watch for the arrival of the Vanuatu Air Fleet for your first clue.
Be late and you will miss it.
Bring libations, a Metro card and be prepared to walk.
Afterparty at the Carriage House, 59th St. Bet 2nd & 3rd Ave
Added by eleanor718 on September 27, 2005