Ruuunn for your liiiiiiife!
May 7, 2009
Ok chickens, I’m haring tonight’s VooDoo Hash. It’s in the Marigny – at Elysian Fields and Decatur.
What? Hashers? What’s the deal? I hear you say. Familiar with the Red Dress Run? That’s us on a weekly basis (sans red dresses). We’re a drinking club with a running problem, and if you ‘re interested in working up a thirst by hunting down a guy in a kilt running around leaving a trail of flower, and quenching said thirst with beer, then this is for you.
What to bring: (required)
- Sense of humor
- $1
- 6-pack of your beer of choice
What to bring: (recommended)
- whistle
- flashlight
We meet at 6:30, and I take off at 7:00. Come catch me!
WHARRGARBL
March 13, 2009
Today is the Molly’s at the Market Annual St. Patty’s Day Parade.
In preparation, a big ole group of us will be riding around the city in limos, wearing tuxes and dresses, to go bar-hopping with a police escort. As for me, I’m donning a pair of green Chucks, a black kilt, tuxedo shirt, green bow-tie, and my green tuxedo jacket with green velvet lapels. Hott, with two Ts.
In prep, I’ve had a big glass of water, and some cereal. I’m about to have another big glass and a sandwich, then I’ll be over at Molly’s for 8 for my first drink of the day.
*deep breath*
And I plan on obnoxiously “liveblogging” (aka twittering) the bars we have arrived at, and the drinks we have consumed, so you can witness the progression from “Hello, good sir.” to “WHARRGARBL!”
But, what is WHARRGARBL and where does it come from, you ask? The internets, my children. The internets.
