June: over. July: just heating up. 2010: halfway over. So let’s do this.
Voodoo. Jazz. Unusually generous public drinking laws. These are the things you know New Orleans for. And now: bull runs. Well, kind of—the bulls here aren’t animals, per se, but a bunch of horn-wearing roller derby girls brought in from across the country. Which is an altogether different kind of voodoo.
Skinny dipping—we’ll assume you’re familiar. Skinny dipping with a handful of other people—again, we’ll assume you’re familiar. Skinny dipping with about 14,000 other people—for that you’ll need to head to Issaquah, Washington, where the friendly waters of Jensens Cove await you and a cast of would-be world record breakers. And the thing about records is, they’re made to be broken.
You owe this man so much. Frank the Tank. Gene Frenkle and his cowbell. “Milk was a bad choice.” The least you can do is tap a keg—or play some jazz flute—in his honor. If ever there were a day to put on some Sex Panther...
The origins of this great patriotic holiday are murky—we suspect a rogue agent of the sturgeon lobby—but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t celebrate. Preferably with something Russian and delicious. Also: some caviar...
Your favorite wearer of swimwear and diamond-studded lingerie celebrates her birthday on this fine day. In Brazil, we think this is actually a national holiday. Celebrate by wearing anything but diamond-studded lingerie.
This year, Hemingway would’ve turned 111—which, given the way he lived, seems pretty unlikely. Florida is celebrating with a look-alike contest, a three-day fishing contest and, yes, the month’s second fake running of the bulls (in this case, the “bulls” are barrels of booze). Which is exactly how we want to celebrate our 111th.
