Friday, March 24, 2006
Bring On The Dead Hippies!
We're looking forward to seeing everyone at the Salsa Challenge tomorrow in Tempe. For those of you who aren't planning to be there, all I can say is WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?
This is one of our most favoritest events of the whole year! You just can't go wrong: Sunshine, cold beer, great music, cold beer, phantastic phriends, cold beer, enough chips and salsa to stock every cantina in the Lower 48, and cold beer.
And did I mention that they have gallons upon gallons of ice cold beer? Oh, and Margaritas. In fact, our very own Craig is competing in the Margarita Mix Off. I lobbied to be a judge, but it turns out I'm ineligible since I turned pro some years ago.
No one seems real sure how many awards we have won in past Salsa Challenges, but it's a bunch. Woody was throwing around the number "9" and he should know since he's the AZPHC Salsa God. We rock the place and are a fan favorite every year!
Now, here's a little Salsa Challenge advice for those of you who may not have done this before:
MILD - This means mild. Really, really, mild. You can use this stuff as eye drops.
MEDIUM - Probably what most aficionados would consider mild. A little bite.
HOT - OK, now we're talking. You'll need to wash this one down with a Corona.
VERY HOT - Not for the faint of heart. Could cause as much pain coming out as it did going in.
And then there are those contestants that simply defy description. The booth is usually occupied by a couple of young guys who stand there and act nochalant while you suck down this shit that will take the paint off the freakin' space shuttle. Taste? Forget it. This one brings only pain. The scars on the contestants' arms are where their salsa inadvertently came in contact with exposed skin. You can generally spot them by watching the crowd. See that booth where people are flinging the samples on the ground while simutaneously pawing at their tongues and running for the beer vendor? Danger, Will Robinson.
So, grab your sunblock and a chair, put on your Parrothead Gear and haul your feathered ass out to Tempe Beach Park tomorrow and join us! See you there!
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This is one of our most favoritest events of the whole year! You just can't go wrong: Sunshine, cold beer, great music, cold beer, phantastic phriends, cold beer, enough chips and salsa to stock every cantina in the Lower 48, and cold beer.
And did I mention that they have gallons upon gallons of ice cold beer? Oh, and Margaritas. In fact, our very own Craig is competing in the Margarita Mix Off. I lobbied to be a judge, but it turns out I'm ineligible since I turned pro some years ago.
No one seems real sure how many awards we have won in past Salsa Challenges, but it's a bunch. Woody was throwing around the number "9" and he should know since he's the AZPHC Salsa God. We rock the place and are a fan favorite every year!
Now, here's a little Salsa Challenge advice for those of you who may not have done this before:
MILD - This means mild. Really, really, mild. You can use this stuff as eye drops.
MEDIUM - Probably what most aficionados would consider mild. A little bite.
HOT - OK, now we're talking. You'll need to wash this one down with a Corona.
VERY HOT - Not for the faint of heart. Could cause as much pain coming out as it did going in.
And then there are those contestants that simply defy description. The booth is usually occupied by a couple of young guys who stand there and act nochalant while you suck down this shit that will take the paint off the freakin' space shuttle. Taste? Forget it. This one brings only pain. The scars on the contestants' arms are where their salsa inadvertently came in contact with exposed skin. You can generally spot them by watching the crowd. See that booth where people are flinging the samples on the ground while simutaneously pawing at their tongues and running for the beer vendor? Danger, Will Robinson.
So, grab your sunblock and a chair, put on your Parrothead Gear and haul your feathered ass out to Tempe Beach Park tomorrow and join us! See you there!
