05 November 2005

 

24. The Unofficial Charlotte Mardi Gras Hash Trash

Charlotte H3 - 21 Febeerary 2004

Reader's digest version:

Saturday morning. Calls to Cheese Nips. Ride up to Charlotte in Hole's new truck.
1 1/2 hours of consuming in downtown bar parking lot. Many out-of-towners. Beads are shared, stories are told, a couple people leave for trail buzzed.
Best dressed: Pfwedgie in his tight, skimpy gold thing. Most beads: Laa Laa. Most miles traveled: Cue Ball from California.
Pub crawl. Lots of bars and PBR. The day is gorgeous. The parking deck that makes noises. Some drama.
Circle back at parking lot. Loud.
Move to Mardi Gras area a couple miles away. Circle on a 2nd-floor bar deck. Very loud. Some people start to pass out. Who can forget the Whippets?
On on to Spitzers. Many people power nap. Miss Charlotte passes out. Getting him up was a herculean task.
Cabbin' it to The Breakfast Club. More consuming. Non-hashers prove entertaining.
Cabbin' it back to Spitzers. Some people pass out. Hole, L&F and IHOV are the last one's standing.
Sunday morning. Drive back in Hole's new truck.
Red Breast cleans her house while L&F works on his car and falls asleep in the back seat.
Red Breast picks up her dad and the airport while L&F finishes car.
Red Breast and L&F create one of the best spur-of-the-moment dinners ever made.
Monday morning. Work sucks, but the memories of an excellent weekend dull the pain.

-L&F



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