Running of the Bulls 2011


After losing three close friends in the last few months, I know how swiftly we enter and exit the stage of life. I decided to clear my head, jump on the City of New Orleans and be a part of San Fermin in Nueva Orleans. It's not exactly Pamplona, Spain, but it's every bit as wild. Chased by Roller Derby Girls, wearing helmets with horns, we will run through the French Quarter trying to be slapped (gored) on the behind with their weapons (plastic baseball bats). I want to swim in a sea of Sangria and try out run the lusty, busty Roller Girls.