Obama Spotted In Tacoma?

Reports are sketchy, but here’s the photographic proof:

You, too, can build your own Obama.

I have some printed out on cardstock here at TRH if any of you lovely patrons want one. Be careful of that site and it’s links…I lost hours!

Recycle the Bike Night…

So one of my hairbrained ideas has finally taken flight again. “Recycle the Bike Night” is a way to give someone something cool, promote my biz, give life to something instead of heaving it in the landfill, and having fun all at the same time. We’re giving away this Dyno Roadster Kustom Kruiser at The Red Hot on February 25th.

These rides are coveted for their frames alone, going for a couple hunge on the innernets. We buffed it, fixed the chain, tightened all the loose nuts, lubed it all up, gave it some love, and took it for a test ride. Our pals at New Belgium Brewing are on board with this ongoing project, and even hooked us up with some bling:

Practical? No. Fun as hell? Absofrickin’-lutely. We’ll unveil the next ride when this one goes home with someone. This year we plan on doing at least 6 bikes. ANYWAY, you can enter once a day until the drawing. Honor system. Don’t be a chucklehead. It will be a great party on the 25th…

The Big Catch-Up

Sonnuva…it’s been a while since a post…here’s why:

TRH wrapped up 2008 while not under my watchful eye. Seems last year when I got hitched, it meant my anniversary would always be on New Year’s Eve. My wife of one year decided to surprise me with a trip to Las Vegas. This also meant it would be my first time on an airplane (no, I’ve never needed to fly…yes, I’ve driven everywhere I’ve needed to go). More surprising was how we were going to pay for it, seeing’s how, well, we have no money, but whatevs. You only have a 1-year Anniversary once. Thank us for boosting our economy with the use of credit!

Here we are with 600,000 other people on the streets of Las Vegas in the middle of the intersection of Las Vegas Blvd. and Tropicana:

Here is the most disgusting, foul, vile thing to ever call itself a hot dog:

Since we couldn’t get remarried (everywhere booked solid), I proposed to her again at 11:59:50pm in that intersection up above in front of all those crazies. Thankfully she said yes again, so I guess we’re going to have a party sometime this year in town to do it again. Here’s the awesome $10 rock:

Oh yeah, Vegas has the shittiest selection of beer ever known to man. Granted most of it is free, so it’s not a huge deal, but only having choices of Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light, and Michelob Ultra at every bar I settled up to was a bit unsettling. Whoever thought up the aluminum beer bottle should be punched in the ear.

What I learned:
1. Plane seats are really, REALLY narrow, and if you are over 6 foot tall, get ready for hell.
2. Taking off in a plane 30 minutes from my house and IMMEDIATELY seeing the Tideflats & St. Joes is kind of…weird.
3. I’m broker than when I was 18, but I’m ok with it. Totally awesome.

Speaking of Budweiser, one of their representatives thought it was good business to pester one of our bartenders while they were busy right before a holiday weekend. “C’Mon lady, do you need anything?” as he tapped her shoulder as she was serving one of our patrons was not the proper way to solicit an order from an account, especially a family owned and operated one. Crazed.

The lady in question was also my business partner, BUT ALSO my moms. Moms comes first before anything, so if you’re hankering for a Bud longneck, you can’t get it here ever again. I’ll sell Coors Banquet and Light with fond memories of Smokey and the Bandit Movies instead for a domestic choice o’ brew.

Anyway, 2009 will be a killer year for The Red Hot. We’ll be doing at least 6 Recycle-The-Bike Nights where we give away a new set of pedal-powered wheels. We’ll be doing more rare beer shenanigans. I have a grip of weird nights planned celebrating the almighty hot dog. And more posts containing sentences starting with conjunctions!