Thanksgiving Pub Crawl

Any excuse for a pub crawl is good enough reason to pub crawl, right?

Well, as it turns out there are numerous Santa Cons coming up and I’m fully prepared with a buttload of Santa costumes I can wear – everything from a bare assed elf to Mrs. Claus.

What you don’t know is there there is a little known but equally awesome pub crawl called The Pilgrim’s Progressive.

Basically you dress up like a pilgrim, turkey, or other Thanksgiving themed costume and you crawl through the pubs of downtown Mountain View.

Yesterday, I pulled out all my Santa Con costumes.

Now I’ve got to pull out my pilgrim costume from last year (which I never got to wear, boo!).

Because this year I AM GOING TO BE A PILGRIM crawling down Castro Street in downtown Mountain View, imbibing questionable quantities of liquid courage as I go.

Check me out. . .

Here’s my inspiration for my costume.

And here’s what I’ve assembled for my costume:

Is  it not THE BOMB as far as pilgrim costumes go?  I’d like to thank etsy for the awesome cape and bonnet (which I did not want to sew myself).

Watch out Mountain View, the pilgrims are coming!

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Love is in the air

loveLove is in the air.

I can just SMELL it.

Today I got an invitation to a Cupid Crawl – a costumed progressive through the bars of downtown Mountain View.

Seriously?

What could be better than getting decked out like Cupid and spreading love everywhere I go?!

I imagine I’ll spread more love as the evening progresses. LOL

Some years, I am TURNED OFF to Valentine’s Day. I literally HATE the holiday and the onslaught of love that hits me full frontal in the face on Facebook.

Like in 2015 when I wrote Just Another Way to Bleed.

Yeah, I was a little bitter that year.

But this year is different and I have no good reason for being cheery about this fucking holiday other than the fact that I just got laid yesterday and so I am in a good mood.

Truth.

This year I plan to do something nice for my sons and my mom – like take them out to a restaurant and feed them from a bucket of seafood.

Because nothing says “I love you” like a bucket a chum, a vat of melted butter, and a wet wipe.