Now just look at this lovely lady and the very creative hat she made! Anyone know who this is? River Rat tweeted that it looks like an Oriental Roman Helmet. He’s now sitting at the racist end of the bar (probably with Gibby.) We’ll have none of that, mister.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Taking The Roman Helmet to its inevitable conclusion.
Coulter would be proud. (And envious.) And I have no idea what’s up with the Sharpie …
Frat Formal 2013
Sure … there’s the Oscars, there’s the Grammys, there’s even the Nobel Prize celebration. All of have these have lasted for decades, and, well, so has the Pi Omega Omega Formal, which dates back to 1372. I think it was Pope Gregory the XI, who, after downing a couple shots of rail gin, said unto-est Moose, “do that shit.”
And so, Moose did, and low and behold, we have this wonderful tradition that has spanned countless
bars centuries. I shit-est thou not.
This year the festivities were held at work. And when I say “work”, I mean, of course, none other than the venerable Brass Rail. DJ Otter was on the beats, Tumbleweed and Hideout were bartending, …
… and everyone was, OF COURSE, dressed to the nines enjoying their respective wives. There were also some new inductees into the frat, including, but not limited to: Tyrant, Hi-ho Silver (not sure about that one …), and Lightning, the last of which was bestowed on Greg, the only man I know who will wait outside the Rail at 8:45a in freezing cold weather for a Pepsi. Believe me when I say — Fu Dog doesn’t open them doors til 9 o’clock SHARP.
Here’s Hoss and Gibby. Hoss is being Hoss; Gibby is being, well, Gibby.
Trent and Cool-whip looking quite regal … nice tie!
New York, Moose, Cool-whip, and Skater lookin’ sharp.
Gibby & Skid, cuttin’ a rug …
Steakhouse & Margarita …
Big Black! … amongst others.
But hands down, the real winner of the evening was none other than Slim Jim himself. Seriously: Formals have been held ALL over town. So the last thing anyone expected was when Mr. Yamamoto himself strutted in WEARING A GODDAMN FUCKING SUIT. Sans hat; sans belt (of the red variety); sans stapled to plastic packing material. And I cannot stress this enough: KEITH WAS THE MAN OF THE HOUR.
Pssht. I don’t get it. That doesn’t add up.
So … Apple makes iPhones, and HP makes printers, right?
He almost looks like he’s smiling (i.e., not confused) in this shot with Bermuda …
There is a running theory that Keith has an IQ of 172, and his perpetual puzzlement is all an act. Judging by how he looked that night, there may be some truth to that.
Yaaaaaaay, Slim Jim!
And last but not least, there was a fucking Hamm’s Hat. Once again, relevance prevails.
Well, unless you’ve been living under a rock, or above a rock, or adjacent to a rock, or really not giving two shits one way or the other, it’s Paris Fashion Week. How do I know this? I don’t. I made it up. I just happen to be correct. This of course means that it’s time to wear hats of the Hamm’s variety in all kinds of silly ways whilst sashaying down the runway. And when I say runway, I mean bellied up to the bar of The Rail. That being said, here I am wearing what will forever be known in the fashion industry as “the sidehat”, or “the double-wide.” Suck it, Armani …
Oh, and stay tuned — just got some great photos from Cool Whip, so a Frat Formal 2013 post will be coming forthwith, complete with — you guessed it — a Hamm’s Hat! God I love this country.