i rode up to 75 street brewery early & it was amazing i had never seen so many people show for a pub crawl before. wow. i had a hard time figuring which bike pile to throw mine on. so found a pile of bikes that would cause tetanus & heaved the clown bike on . i was feeling like drinks that had little ferns & umbrellas on them but we were not so lucky. i settled for cranberry & vodka . i’ve heard it called about everything so i’m calling it joel’s girlie drink.
i took my girlie drink & sidled up to a guy in a skirt at the brewery & tried to cop a feel but no luck. harter was saving it for someone more feminine. i shoulda shaved my legs. danimal came to my rescue with a good groping we ate & tried to drink all the beer in the place . but we had to go! it took about 30 minutes to get the 123 people out & riding. south was the cry, so to flo’s polka dot lounge we headed. there was a mile long train of people & carnage . plastic flamingos were fondled , garden gnomes were mishandled. various laws were bent.
at flo’s we were really feeling at home one regular said she thought we were riding too far. she’s right. she said she got a cramp riding to bed. ……… we are still waiting for the laughter.
feel the love
flo’s was beautiful simply beautiful. good cheep beer ,good cheep whisky & intelligent & witty conversations. the place was jam packed with riders. all the sweaty bodys were glorious. soon we finished off the pbr , no really we finished off their pbr. it was time to leave. we rode off with the great feeling of a job done well. not sure which way we were going we ended at the village lounge. more girlie drinks were drunkith.
the proper way to store bicycles. just don’t fall on my bike i’m sure you would get leprosy or syphilis. the 145 riders filled the village inn .
the regulars were feeling a little put out. so we got naked no better way to make people feel comfortable. soon we needed to ride the next bar escapes my mind or the vodka clouds my memory. we got split into two groups one bunch of about 56 wanted to ride so the went to charlie hoopers to make some yuppies uncomfortable. the other 89 went to …well , i’m not sure. but they had very wet drinketh that went down well. but no little umbrellas yet. more nakedness & gnome missmangement happened. some one got flipped off so we rode.
we escaped the scene of that crime just in the nick of time . we finished our night a few blocks north the name of that bar fades like my memories hick flubbt. i do remember that dananimal groped me alot. so i was feeling good. about 2 we split the 165 people we finished with headed for their favorite late night soak away the liquor places like chubbys.
can you tell if the guy on the back is wearing anything under his kilt. whoooowhoo. no.
next year will be better ,we have dancing girls planned.
big grin…joel
dream beautiful dreams
[...] 2, 2009 by meetzorp After Joel’s gonzo recap of Saturday’s pub crawl, there ain’t much I can say so instead I am going to let my pictures do most of the [...]
Especially if I were a man, I would want something under the kilt to protect certain dangling parts. Did Tracey ever tell you about his old bicycle seat, holey pants and a ripped scrotum?
John is a man who believes in ventilation.
I don’t think we need to hear the explicit details of Tracey’s scrotal mishap…the outline you gave is sufficiently illustrative!