My wife works in fine dining at an establishment perched high atop a building in Downtown LA. She normally deals with stuffy lawyers during the lunch hour and well heeled couples for dinner. Last night she had a whole different type of patron:
I mean, it’s not something you see everyday, a rat waltzing into the bar of a high end restaurant with 3 scantly dressed martian women hanging off him, followed by 2 men in monkey suits with briefcases labeled “going places.” These briefcases btw, were filled with diapers
She was quick to mention that she has no problem with burning man and the people that it attracts, but she felt that the high dollar dining experience that people shell out their hard earned cash for was negatively affected by the intentionally shocking appearance and behavior of the Decompressers. Note that the diapers they left behind at the bar were filled with chocolate pudding.
Update: Looks like Mack Reed also went out for some good food after the Decompression, but of course he and his family were courteous, and I’m pretty sure they didn’t smack the hostess’ ass with anything.