I was there about 15 minutes before Dicky was released at Midnight on Sunday.
To set the stage: By that time the little piece of metal mesh that covered his "talking hole" was gone. There was maybe a good one-hundred-plus people surrounding his enclosure. Dicky paced to-and-fro in the center.
He seemed pretty ansy as the crowd screamed "ten minutes... five minutes... Someone wiggled the side with the talk-hole... which pressed some wood supports out... Dickie pressed them back in and continued to pace... and then there was a countdown from one minute... 59 seconds... Dicky went around pressing on each side of his enclosure and looking out at the audience gathered.
Release moment hit. Dicky pushed/pulled open the plastic side with the talk-hole. (This surprised me since during a brief earlier conversation with Dicky about his "release" time he said he had a hammer to get himself out)
There was a loud cheer... Dicky hugged several people involved with the project... A DWP vehicle made its way toward the front... and then Dicky stood on top of it with a bullhorn. (At this point there was 2 separate videocameras trained on him)
He talked briefly about how people had supported him and how art had won out this day. Then Dicky sped off with the vehicle to spend some time "alone".
As this was going on one woman repeated: "Dickie can we burn the box?"
With that I'd say about 75% of the crowd dispersed (it was like watching the end of the Truman Show)
I stuck around and listened to one of this friends/co-conspirators answer questions about the box (and at the same time protect it and its contents from being damaged/removed/destroyed). It is going to be displayed at the San Francisco Decompression to allow people to feel what it was like to be in "the box". There is also a website:
He also mentioned that a girl had made it into the enclosure via a separate sliding opening (not the one up front) used to get food to Dicky... and that Dicky had caught it all on tape.
Dicky returned about ten minutes later with the words,
"Where did everyone go?"
By that time a Bluegrass Band had showed up... Dicky: "I love these guys" and began to play. It seemed at that point the attention had shifted away from Dicky.
I wandered off about fifteen minutes after that...
For me the finale to the "Dicky Drama" was pretty anti-clamatic. I expected a thousand people screaming and yelling... random parades... a bit of craziness... or a LOT of craziness... but in the end it was like watching a single lone firecracker go off.
Most of the real fun had occurred during the week where the Dicky Box was the center of attention for many BM wanderers and events... the French Maids... the Bunnies... people pressing random naked body parts against his box...
(though I think Dicky may have gotten tired of watching body parts pressed by that by the end of the week... once while I wandered past there (I think on Saturday) there were four women with their breasts pressed up in a row against the left side of the enclosure screaming Dicky's name (Dicky! Dicky! Dicky!). Dicky seemed intent on his conversation with a man in a tiger suit to pay attention to their yells... then bounces... then squirming. They finally gave up and left...)
What are your thoughts about the Box?