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.