So this morning, I was up at the crack of stupid to meet up with a couple thousand people down by the Convention Center for the annual Running of the Bulls, New Orleans-style. This is my second year.
The object of the event is to run/walk the course through downtown New Orleans while the roller girls dash in and out of the crowd and take shots at as many backsides as they can.
And in case you were wondering, some of these gals can really hit. I'm here to tell the world.
You can run, but you cannot hide.
Of course some you don't try too hard to get away from.
And just when you think you're safe at the end, there's a gauntlet you have to run where most of the gals, being faster than the runners, are now waiting.
Even Elvis got his.
And there was a mariachi band...with drinks. Because New Orleans. (Gotta stay hydrated, right?)
Now if you'll excuse me, I need another ice pack. I'm kinda sore for some reason.
And here's the pics and commentary from last year. Clearly I did not learn a thing.