Liv Blanche posted on November 09, 2009 00:00
I’m going to do a little promoting this week. Some advertising, if you will.
Most of you are probably wondering what it is that I could possibly be plugging. I don’t have a hand crafted jewelry business on the side nor am I trying to endorse some personal, poorly titled website. The only local band that I know on a familiar level happens to employ my estranged husband as a bass player. I feel I have contributed enough material with the conception of certain songs such as “You’re a bitch” or “I Hate You”, so I’m not going to provide anymore push than I’ve already inadvertently given. I’m not advertising my magical skills of massage nor am I going to try to get you to vote for my amateur modeling spread.
I will not benefit in any way from this promotion.
Then why do it, right? Well, whatever you call this thing that I do on here every Monday--writing, babbling, being a general irritation-- I’ve been doing it for months now, and I’ve 
never had a real motive. Last week though, I decided to consult with the big shots of the site and ask them for a little favor. Being the demure gentlemen that they are, they agreed and gave me a green light to go forth with my “cause”.
Without further adieu and for the sole purpose of your flailing attention spans, I’ll cut to the chase.
Historically, Thanksgiving Eve in St. Louis is the ultimate party night because of a single certain factor: the only thing required for most of us on the following day is eating and watching football. Unless you happen to be the poor schmuck tagged as Thanksgiving host, you pretty much have the day off. With this in mind as well as all the folks coming in town for the holiday, the night is anticipated by many. There are events all over town, places to go, and people to see.
And as tradition goes, on November 25th, I will be at Scottrade Center at 7pm for the annual “Guns ‘N Hoses” boxing event or “the fights” as we refer to them. If you’re unfamiliar with the event, the description is in the name: law enforcement vs. fire department personnel. All proceeds go to Backstoppers, a non-profit organization that financially assists families of fallen law enforcement officers and firefighters. Contenders are either police officers or firemen, male or female and represent agencies from all over the mid-west. And they fight each other. There’s a pretty good chance that you may even know someone fighting. Tickets are reasonable, depending on where you want to sit, and range in price from 10 dollars to 30 dollars. You can purchase tickets at the door or online at Ticketmaster.
I promise, you will have a good time. In fact, I’m so sure of it, that I’m going to dedicate my little Monday slice of domain space to Guns ‘N Hoses for the next few
weeks JUST to make sure I thoroughly attach it to your brains.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I just happen to have a bunch of tickets to give away...silly me. So here’s the deal: send me an e-mail with either your funniest Thanksgiving Eve story (preferably one that doesn’t involve getting thrown in the slammer or any other sort of blatant criminal activity. Save those stories for your grandchildren), past Guns ‘N Hoses experience or why you want to go to the fights. Make it entertaining as the story will be potentially discussed, right here in the Ladies Section, so try to keep it as ladylike as we are. I will be giving out a few pairs of tickets each week so tell all of your friends!
E-mail me at lvblanche@gmail.com and we shall see if you will be joining me for a fun-filled night at the fights!