Hello again everyone! I know I spoke about Deadwood’s Mardi Gras in my last post but now that I’ve fully recovered from the festivities I want to once again mention how much fun that event has become.
It never ceases to amaze me what people will do for a five cent set of beads. Why is it that the people who are most enthusiastic about receiving said beads would scare the hell out of most anybody in a dark alley? At any rate, it’s always fun to see 10,000 people in our little town having the time of their lives.
Speaking of good times. Deadwood’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration is just around the corner. This is an event that was started by the great Deadwood Irishman, Bill Walsh who owned the Historic Franklin Hotel at the time. Nobody in town would get behind the event so he had a parade that consisted of him, a friend playing the harmonica and his dog. Even though it was in the middle of a snowstorm, people actually showed up and the event received a lot of press. Obviously, the town got behind it and it’s been a great event ever since.
This year’s event features a Deadwood Pub Crawl and Poker Run on Saturday, March 15. We tried the Pub Crawl last year and I made a bet with our main sponsor Budweiser that we wouldn’t have 70 people sign up. We ended up with nearly 600 people entered. That little bet cost me a case of beer, but just to be a jerk I bought him a case of Coors Light. This year we will be much more organized with four Pub Crawls with a maximum of 50 people in each group. We will also offer a non-alcoholic Pub Crawl and Poker Runs to businesses that don’t sell alcohol.
Monday, March 17 will be our annual Deadwood St. Patrick’s Day parade at 7pm. As with previous years, past Grand Marshall’s will throw out over $1,000 in redeemable $1 tokens along the parade route. We will also host several floats and the amazing Wyoming Pipe and Drum bagpipe group.
If you’re in the area, try to stop up and join us in the festivities.
P.S. In case anyone was wondering, I did see a set of breasts during Mardi Gras. I glanced across the street and saw a fat guy named Brad with his shirt up. Lucky me.
Until next time, keep your boots clean.