The annual event of the Derby Eve Schnitzelburg Slither is this Friday night. My brother in law and his best friend host this annual event. What it all means is this. 50 to 70 of their closest friends gather in the area of Louisville know as Germantown. At the appointed hour and place, they eat pizza and drink a few cold ones to loosen up. The money changes hand, the tickets and passes are issued and the whole brigade takes off walking the tiny streets of this blue collar area following a guide as we march from one neighborhood bar to the next.
This takes all night. Or at least until the last bar is reached usually around 2 to 3 am. Actually, this is a blast. Drinking rot gut beer (can you say Falls City? Can you say Pabst Blue Ribbon?), staggering down streets to the tune of barking dogs and people muttering, "What the Hell?" to find the next small bar. And they are small. And our group will overwhelm a bar in no time. My favorite are the karaoke bars. Not that I sing, but I sing along. We have been known to climb on table tops and dance to Princes' "P***y control". We are rolled down the sidewalks in shopping carts. We cry, we laugh and then we all come back to do it again the next year.
My problem...My dilemma? I laid on the couch the whole next day feeling like I had been run over by a Mack Truck. I consumed an entire pot roast and the fixings trying to make myself feel better. It took three days. I began to feel like myself on Tuesday. Then my gall bladder began to ache, and has not been itself ever since.
I want to go. I don't want to miss out. I want to sing along with "You never call me darling, Darling, you never even call me by my name" at the top of my lungs.
But maybe, just maybe.....I've outgrown that type of fun. Nah!
P.S. The above picture is from last years "crawl". My sister Omega is on the extreme right with her husband, K.
14 comments:
It's been years since I've been on a pub crawl, and I still remember the hangover that did me in. You're a braver woman than I am, but my spirit would still love to crawl along.
You are such an interesting person! I hope you go! And I hope we hear ALL about it...!
I'd say crawl but don't let the liquor reduce you to a crawl... have coffees to keep you peppy and alive, an occasional alcholic drink, and water. I used to take my (brown- or green-colored) bottle of beer to rest room with me, fill it with water, no one was the wiser. Of course, that was back in the days when it wouldn't horrify anyone to drink tap water.
Nobody likes a hangover!!
Good luck!
~ Karyn
Aw, go ahead and crawl. Maybe you could cut back a LITTLE bit on the libation...Personally, I think it was the pot roast that did your gallbladder in... Lisa :-]
Mary you gotta go! This is prime journaling fodder. We want pictures and details. So, look at it this way, it's a tough sacrifice, but you're doing it for us.
:-) ---Robbie
I say go, but I'm a bad influence!
Go! I hardly ever get to do fun Derby things anymore, and I live here...You can come back and describe it and I can live vicariously! LOL -Michelle
OK, That is very "cool". I sure like that idea and would love to be a participant. My question, who carries those who can no longer slither? My slitherer quit working a few years ago. As for beer, try drinking Iron City, Reading, or Munci. That will take the slither out of anyone. My Regards, and enjoy the evening. Bill
sounds like fun!!! I wouldn't miss it!
GO! Sounds like to much fun to miss.
Save me a spot for next year!
You're sister is beautiful! And it looks like fun, though I wouldn't dare try to pronounce it. LOL
Mary, I just came to you from the sports page, too! Cool! Hope you're having a good time, if you went...I think it's stopped raining now :).
Wow, that sounds like great fun. I've never been to a pub crawl before. Sounds like the mother of all hangovers though, lol.
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