Throwing a real-life wiener dog into the mix when delivering spoken haiku kinda lands you as the ringer, but our own Will Campbell also spake a lovely passage. Missed the haiku? Don’t know what we’re going on about? There’ll prolly be a Hot Dog Death March next year. Start training now!
A big Metblogs THANK YOU to all who came along on this past weekend’s Hot Dog Death March–we made lots of new friends & bonded with old ones. How can you not bond, after all, over weenies & pastrami & chili wrapped in a tortilla? It’s like going to war. If you live, you come back with friends for life.
And live we did! Between 40-50 Death Marchers converged on Pink’s around 3pm on Saturday. Pink’s was incredibly kind & gifted us our first 20 or so chili dogs and drinks. Thank you, Pink’s! A big thanks to Oki-Dog & Skooby’s as well for being such good sports. Skooby’s also gifted us a few shirts to give away–thanks guys!
We played hot dog games, enjoyed hot dog trivia, shared hot dog haiku and gave out hot dog prizes! Big ups to Julia for getting the t-shirts and the temporary tattoos made with Spencer’s great logo, and then giving them all away for free! What a gal!
There are more recaps on our Hot Dog Death March blog, as well as 278 (and growing) photos in our Hot Dog Death March photo pool on flickr, so check ’em all out! Chal took video of our Hot Dog Haiku contest which we’ll be posting shortly.
One Death Marcher, David, sent us this mp3 of an old punk song about Oki-Dog. Here it is, with a montage of photos from Saturday, taken by Mr. Hooks, Superdave, Skosakura & Abiko79 on flickr. Enjoy!
I did a little recon last week for our Hot Dog Death March and visited Oki-Dog, where I met the owner, who is an enormously pleasant, but surprisingly not enormous, gentleman who looks like he stumbled out of a Cheech & Chong flick and swore next time I showed up he’d buy my Oki Dog.
THERE WILL BE A TEST (I’m not kidding), so familiarize yourself with Oki-Dog now: check out the flickr set. Take copious notes.
Ok, the “uniforms” aren’t mandatory, but I’m sure planning on wearing as much wacky hot dog gear as I can to the upcoming Hot Dog Death March on June 13.
Like this hat:
If you, too, would like a hot dog hat, you can buy your very own here.
And if you, too, would like to join us in a few weeks as we rage against the dying of the weenie, as we throw our very bodies into the mustard-and-ketchup abyss, as we launch once more into the bratwurst breach, well, learn more about LA Metblogs’ Hot Dog Death March here.
Hello friends! Mark and Steve here, on Sunday we wandered into the local 99¢ store on La Brea in Hollywood. Hunting for cheaps snacks and cheap thrills on a lazy Sunday, we discovered an interesting new food group, “Mallow”:
We were tickled by the fact that marshmallow products, pressed and colored to resemble hot dogs, pizza, hamburgers and fries even existed so we bought one of each, and scurried home.
What follows is the true, documented, and photographed tellings of two able-bodied eaters in the greatest taste-test of their lives!