Even if you haven't stayed at The Peabody, you likely know its famed ducks are a big deal. They live atop the hotel in their own penthouse.
Their likeness is on everything - pillows, towels...even carved into soap.
And there's the parade. Every day at 11am and 5pm these ducks take a trip from their pie-in-the-sky apartment, roll down an elevator, and prance up a red carpet into a tiny fountain.
And people lose their minds. I'm not being cyncial because it's not that the ducks aren't sweet - they very much are. But the hotel staff goes super Secret Service on the throngs of quackarattzi just hoping for a quick picture, making the entire experience somewhere between a joke and a nightmare. It was just a tad...reduckulous. Heeeee.
"Quacka, quacka, quackarattzi"
I am not kidding when I say we were relocated three times, forced to sit in a chair - DO NOT STAND or sit on the floor - and then when the ducks debuted and a woman beside us leaned up for a photograph, a hotel worker pounced on her from behind. She was, to say the least, startled and yelled a profanity. It didn't rhyme with duck, but it was in that family....
To put in midly, the parade experience coupled with some really subpar service left my feathers...well, just a little ruffled.