It was like a war zone.
Except, you know, people were drunk and it was in a billiard’s bar and there were hot chicks walking around in designer dresses and there was a raffle for a puffy shirt.
So, I guess, not much like a war zone at all.
Let me explain.
On December 3rd, I had the privilege of being invited to cover a charity event to support a ‘holiday stockings for military soldiers overseas’ program.
The event was a fashion show put on by New Hampshire’s own ‘Whiskey Girls.’
I don’t know, what’s a whiskey girl with you?
Wow. That didn’t work AT ALL.
(I usually hear that same line after attempting sex)
The Whiskey Girls is a promotional staffing company who strategizes, markets and coordinates fundraising events for worthwhile 501(c)(3) charities.
They also provide professional models for a business’s marketing needs. Promoting products all over New England.
I stole that from their website.
If I was to write it, it would be, like, “They’re chicks in mini skirts who raise money for good causes and did I mention they’re hot and, oh yeah, you can have them help you raise money or maybe sell your shit.”
Their wording is slightly better.
The following are my notes from the night.
As a side note, I was scrambling for a small notepad before I left and almost decided on one of my daughter’s High School Musical notepads with a big picture of Zac Efron on it before realizing that I didn’t want to die in a puddle of my own blood in the back alley of a pool bar in New Hampshire.
So, simple white paper it is!
7:10 – I ask where Jen (a.k.a., ‘Mama Whiskey’ – the founder of ‘Whiskey Girls’) is.
Every single girl here is taller than me with the exception of one.
Jen is getting her hair done so she tells us to – GET THIS – mingle and help ourselves to the catering.
Note to self: Avoid throwing chairs.
7:20 – while waiting at the table for the show to start, Kristin decides to tell me about the first time she thinks she did anal.
‘Thinks’ being the operative word here, because unless you’re my dream girl, I believe that alcohol is required for this and in Kristin’s story she basically blacked out.
I will stop here.
That’s it’s own post entirely.
7:55 – I finally introduce myself to Mama Whiskey who is flying around so I barely have time to say ‘hi’ and OMG OMG OMG they just put on Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’“ over the speakers and this may be the best. night. ever.
The night has been ruined.
8:05 – Waiting for the show to start I notice the following things:
a) Next time I do one of these things, I’m coming in a strapless gown because I’m the only one in this entire bar – models included – who’s tattoo isn’t showing
b) I could totally kick that guy’s and that guy’s and maybe that girl’s ass.
c) Some guy just walked in and is saying ‘hi’ to everyone. He appears to have ‘connections.’ I will not try to kick his ass as I don’t want to sleep with fishes.
d) Scary connected guy is apparently one of New Hampshire’s State Reps. Also, I know nothing of politics. I’m not sad about this.
e) Kristin and I just bought raffle tickets. Kristin is now hammered and confused about the ‘Keep this Coupon’ part of the ticket. Roofies may have not been necessary after all.
Night is officially BACK ON TRACK, BABY!
Mama Whiskey calls me over while she’s sitting on a Harley Fat Bob (this is not a euphemism for anyting) from one of the sponsors, Manchester Harley Davidson.
Back to Mama Whiskey…
Photos don’t do her justice – she’s way prettier in person.
Extra bonus: She is super nice.
Nickelback’s ‘Wanna be a Rock Star’ song just came on and I want to sing to it but Nickelback is undergoing some weird anti-Nickelback movement across the world and I don’t want to get beat up but even so I STILL think I can take that guy and that guy and maybe her if I had to.
8:30 – SHOW STARTS!!
It turns out that the girls modeling are actually ‘auditioning’ to be Whiskey Girls.
Whether or not they get in depends on the applause they get.
I can see the sadness on the face of the guy with one arm who’s sitting at the bar.
8:35 – The first round of girls all come out wearing Harley Davidson outfits.
The smoking one comes out wearing assless chaps.
I’m trying to figure out when spikey hair and a full beard came back into style. Kristin offers me five dollars to walk up to him and start dancing while singing ‘I’m Alright.’
I decline this offer.
9:00 – Girls are now out for the third time.
They’re all getting decent applause and all look pretty good.
Note to self: Kristin is no longer allowed to take pictures drunk.
9:20 – 10:00 – As the Whiskey Girls mill around the bar, I note the following things:
a) While in the men’s room, a woman walks in. Guy next to me yells, ‘WHOA WHOA’ and tells her to leave. I ask him what’s wrong with him. I do not get beat up. WIN.
b) The soldiers pull up the red carpet-wrapping-paper as the night starts to wrap up.
As they’re tearing up the duct tape holding the paper down to the floor I say, “Just like they do at the Oscar’s.”
Soldier is not amused but does not put me into a fatal armlock. WIN AGAIN.
c) They’re playing ‘Hotel California.’ I suddenly feel like slitting my wrists.
Despite dumping 647 tickets into the bin for the Manchester Monarchs hockey tickets, I win jack shit.
10:10 – Mama Whiskey announces that she thinks she’s keeping ALL of the girls who’ve auditioned.
More importantly, we’ve raised $551 dollars for the charity!
UBER WIN. (not entirely sure that the use of German is appropriate here)
Nicely done, people.
Hopefully, we’re making some soldiers’ holidays a little brighter over there.
As we wrap up the night, I say ‘thanks’ to Mama Whiskey for inviting me, and for her unbelievable hospitality.
I then get to pose with her and the girls for a couple of publicity photos.
Kristin is now sober.
Should have brought the roofies.
The wrapup shit:
You can still donate to the ‘Holiday Stockings for Overseas Military’ by clicking here. Just. Do it.
The Whiskey Girls are an organization who WILL travel for events. If you have an event that you need fundraising for, or a product that you’d like promoted, I can’t think of a cooler organization to have do it. Head to their website, check them out, and get it done.
For more photos, come over and join me on Facebook…you can see all the pictures in my profile.
Remember, though, Kristin took them so any bluriness you see is NOT your eyes.
Find me at Facebook by clicking here:
If you’d like me to cover an event for you – and get some publicity here – contact me at mailto:email@example.com
Don’t worry…I’ll bring my own roofies.
It turns out that one of the actual Whiskey Girls wrote to me on Facebook and said:
” By the way the comment about the guy who looks like Kenny Loggins spikey hair and a beard, I believe you may have been referring to “papa whiskey” aka Bossman!!!!! Better start your apologies now! LOL!”
Actually, Jen…Mama Whiskey..if you’re reading this…there were, um..TWO, YES TWO Kenny Loggins people at the bar and I’m totally talking about the OTHER guy that’s NOT your husband who was totally the cool spikey hair with beard guy and looked more like a modern day Brawny Man than, you know…
Thank Christ I didn’t fucking SING to him.