Fuck this weather.
However, this intrepid traveler, who’s name starts with “K” and ends in “ate”, took hold of the situation and bundled up! She’s a keeper. And what a sporty look!
So last week Kate was down from Chicago visiting all the fine folks at The Brass Rail. She’s a transport nurse for a children’s hospital, which means she has the pretty awesome job of riding around in ambulances, helicopters, and airplanes (or as they say in the biz: fixed-wing aircraft.)
Semi-related story: A few months ago she was in town describing her new job to some eager listeners, and Keith was within earshot. Eventually the conversation turned silly to the point where it was extrapolated that she was not only a transport nurse, but that she flew around the Chicago metro area in a modified B-17. She was assigned the task of sitting in the ball turret and shooting down enemy aircraft. (Basically, people who don’t want children to get medical care.) Well this piqued Keith’s interest, so he gets up, walks over to Kate, and says:
“Where do you work?”
But I digress: she won a Hamm’s Hat!!!
And then things, for inexplicable reasons, got more diagonal. I don’t really know what that means.
I then took the liberty of taking the upstairs/downstairs Hamm’s 30-pack separator and turning it into a pair o’ specs.
Is there nothing a case of Hamm’s can’t do? (Sure — I’ve already asked that question — just trying to drive it home.)
Freshly off of the train known as Amtrak, we see here the adorably cute Kate who walks into the bar, calmly orders a cool refreshing cylindrical can of Hamm’s, and guess what: HAMM’S HAT, baby … It’s a beautiful thing. She was a little unsure about the hat construction technique, so yours truly stepped in and gave her the classic Hamm’s Hat look. Admittedly it’s still harder with 30-packs than 24s. Can we please go back to 24s!?!? No? Fine.
And here she is stumbling about because she can’t see …
Oh, here I am !!
And we have another victorious soldier in the annals of Hamm’s-Hat-ness. God Bless ‘Merica.
And here we have the adorable Kate, live from Paris. France. Paris, FRANCE. Not Illinois, numnuts. Yup — it’s the Brass Rail’s very first virtual customer, coming over the Intahrwebs. Pretty fucking cool, right? We tried pouring beer into the phone, but she said it tasted funny, hence the straw.
Alas she did not win a hat, but you can’t have everything, Frenchie!