Back to the Quarter: Red Dress Run 2007

There's nothing better than the letters B and N with an arrow pointing right at the door containing not just the promised beer but also shade. That was the general consensus Saturday at the annual Red Dress Run in New Orleans. With a heat index exceeding 110, and few clouds to offer a break from the sun smart hashers needed to make good use of these stops for shade and that most important beverage: beer.

Trail started at Utopia, the club on Bourbon that boasts "the largest dance floor" according to some of their advertisement. The beer was flowing as some fourteen-hundred men and women all clad in various states of un red-dress arrived for the 1pm start time.

A little after 1 the hares were off, follwoing them a sea of red heading towards Canal St. and an unsuspecting sample of the tourist population in the city. At Canal the pack took a right, heading away from the lake, making their way to Dauphine and St. Ann, the location of the first beerstop of the run: Goodfriends.

The bartenders at Goodfriends, a sports bar past the lavender line for those playing the home game, were very excited to have their location swamped with hundreds in red dresses. So much that they got into the spirit and dressed up as well. a few also got a little carried away, exposing what they had or didn't have under their skirts, much to the appreciation of the harrierettes at the bar.

Leaving Goodfriends, the hashers made it back to Bourbon Street this time exiting the quarter and entering the Marigny. Ray's Boom Boom Room and two other bars would be the next stop of the day. The word of this stop was "sausage," (surprising that it wasn't the word of the last stop) as famished and thirsty hashers purchased and snacked on sausages. For those hashers that couldn't get their hands on the sausage, pizza was also supplied by the Hash to hold them over until after he run.
The next stop, Molly's at the Market proved to be another popular location, not just for me, as someone who always seems to end up there at some point while out drinking, but for the many hashers who quenched their thirst at this stop and found shade along Decatur.

Following the trail to the river the next stop under the pavilion in Waldenburg Park for Jell-O shots and a couple of songs. With this many people in red at one location, brave tourists would occasionally interact with the runners.

Heading out to Decatur, the pack took the obligatory run up and over Jax Brewery then crossing through and around Jackson Square before making way back to Bourbon St. Many hashers not able to control primitive urges found themselves on stage at Cat's Meow. An astonished M.C. Tracy coached them in the finer points of stage performance. The real beerstops, though, would be a couple of blocks ahead at Razoo's and and BBC where shotgirls stood ready with whipped cream for blowjobs (the shot) and beer.

The home stretch was upon us, the end at Bourbon Cowboy only blocks away. As the crew from Neutral Ground Films documented the faster hashers (and shortcutting bastards) were already drinking, riding the bull, or eating the hash provided BBQ. Everyone beat the heat, and that made it a good day.


Edit: As always the other hashers started posting their pictures. They're at the photo page of the NOH3.

It's about time someone took notice!

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Returning to Bourbon... Sort Of

This year the New Orleans Hash House Harriers will start their annual Red Dress Run at Utopia, at 227 Bourbon St. The run is August 11th and registration starts at 10:00am and the run/pub crawl starts at 1:00pm. It's $40.00 at the door, includes beer and food, and some proceeds will go to City Park.

This will be my 4th RDR since I started hashing. Hopefully I can find something to wear before next Saturday.

Thanks, It's Been Fun

BourboCam Live will be going on a little hiatus for a while. While I'm not sure if, when, or how it'll be back I gotta say it was fun while it lasted.

Since July 2004 I have seen a transvestite try to swallow the microphone, been bitten by a wife-swapping vampire, bitten by a frisky soon-to-be mother-in-law, met past and present silver, gold, and bronze guys, watched a woman swallow her pet snake, met Dave Andrews, been farked, ate life savers off a bachelorettes bust, drank after strangers, met Darius as he went west, read email from servicemen in Iraq and Afghanistan during Carnival, met some really great people: The Chicago Bomb Squad's The Legend and TJ, Bead Whore's Debbie and John, Sherie, Waya, Swiss Vampire, Mrs. Trbl, and many of the other MG Fourmites (whose names I will not be able to recall), Dakota from the Penis Police, Casey and Todd and their lovely spouses from My Dirty Sanchez, many of both the KOE and the Parrot Heads, all of the great BourboCam hosts: Cory, Reese, Sandy, Danika, Catscan, Brooke, Red Bean, Jon, Jennifer, Nola.com's TJ, Ray, Wolfgang (Dude, thanks for turning me onto this gig), and Emily, gave spankings, read email from our regulars like Bear, Eddie from Ohio, Liz, Mike, and Lori, received spankings, interviewed a girl while she was getting whipped by a man named "Pink," helped keep Cat's Meow from burning down, met all the great people at Cat's: Dave Punch, Mac, Andy, Missy, Tracy, Kim, Mikey, Brittany, Ali, Jason, and Julio, saw plenty of tits during carnival, saw plenty of tits other times of the year, got to flirt with cute girls, interviewed Jackie Clarkson, had my ass grabbed too many times to count, covered two parades on Paradecam, met a friendly officer and his horse, had my own harem, was drawn a picture of Lum live on the show, interviewed an iguana, kissed my fiancee at New Years on the Internet, and closed out Mardi Gras two years in a row.

Not bad for 15 minutes.

Thank you.

An interview with Joe.

Meet Joe, the seven year-old iguana. And let me tell you he was popular with the ladies.
But Danika was not too impressed with Joe.

Tank Trek: 2006

If you're living on or near the gulf coast your chances of having evacuated are pretty good as we've had some "above average" seasons. Evacuating large amounts of people is never easy and even with preparation, contraflow, and phased evacuation plans there's still going to be traffic.

The folks at the Morning Train Wreck, KKND's morning show, are doing their part to raise Hurricane evacuation awareness. Tank, the morning show producer, will walk 11.8 miles from their studio on St. Charles Ave. to the Armstrong International Airport, a trip according to Google Maps should only take 28 minutes. The walk will start at 6:30 and Tank will periodically call the station from a cell phone to provide updates.

Evacuating for Ivan was a chore, it took me and Jessica 5 hours to get to Franklinton but we left early. Same thing before Katrina, we left first thing Saturday morning after I drug my hungover butt out of bed and saw that red line right on top of the city. The trip to Franklinton was alright but that stretch between McComb to Shreveport was 12 hours thanks to what I consider a bad decision by the Natchez police to enforce traffic lights rather than keep the traffic moving.

Vydra, the station music director and morning show co-host had a similar experience. "It took me seven hours to make it to the airport," she said in a press release on their website.

The weather tomorrow shouldn't be too bad for Tank. According to Accuweather it'll be partly clody and the temperature should be around 89°F, but after humidity it'll feel like 100°F. If you see him out, be sure to give him subblock, and some water. At least he won't be out there too long . If he can keep up a 16 minute mile, he should be done in about 3.5 hours.

You can view Tank's planned route here.
More information can be found at the station website.

Bourbon Street... a place for families to bond?

There’s something about turning 21 and spending your birthday partying in the French Quarter. Although I don’t think I’d ever get in a drinking contest with my mother and aunt on Bourbon Street, this scenario was the case a couple of weeks ago when the contest pit the ages against each other in a battle to see who would last longer.

I decided it would be better not to get involved when they started talking about trading tequila and Jägermeister shots.

And what have you been drinking young lady?