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Hi All,

September has always symbolized new beginnings for me, as though the crisp autumn air is somehow a caravan for change. And so it's appropriate that this month is the launch of my "new and improved" blog at www.hopetarr.com/blog.

Forget the "semi," we're talking full throttle, no holds-barred, and at least once a week. Promise.

I've even got Comments turned back on, so talk to me!

But most of all, savor.

Hope

Weekend Update

It's fall in New York, I'm telling you. The temperatures may not be appreciably cooler than they were pre-Labor Day, but autumn has landed in the Big Apple in a big way. At precisely 9:00 AM on Tuesday, September 2nd, an invisible switch was flipped back to "on," putting the sleepy summer to bed and powering the city to life again. The line outside the West Village's Magnolia Bakery is once again winding up 11th Street, clothing boutiques are thronged with Manhattanites jonesing to wear uber cool winter clothes and boots even though it's still in the 80's, and the vibe on the streets is once more high on flow, low on ebb.

Earlier in the week, I checked out The Brandy Library with fellow author--and intrepid social ethnographer--Liz Maverick and our friend, Bonni. If I had to settle on one word to sum up the Brandy Library it would be "civilized." Unlike so many Manhattan watering holes, here you can claim a seat at the back lit bar or one of the banquette style tables, order your aperitif, and savor it for hours. Located in the heart of Tribeca, The Brandy Library boasts an impressive array of not only brandies but classic cocktails, cognacs and single-malt scotches. If you're bored, you can even quiz the bartender, Jason, on the origins of your libation. If he doesn't know the answer, he'll look it up--really, he will.

Last night I attended a shared Virgo birthday party at Slate Plus, a sleek after hours club in Manhattan's West Village. The music was a mix of 80's, 90's and contemporary Top 40, rap and hip hop; the ambiance spartanly elegant; and the clientele...styling.

I rounded out the weekend with a maiden shopping expedition to Zabar's in search of some gourmet grub. The iconoclastic Manhattan food emporium has occupied its Upper West Side location at Broadway & 80th for seventy years--and counting. I went at peak on a Sunday because a) I was in the hood having lunch with a friend and b) after seven months in the city, I was getting tired of moving the Zabar's gift certificate, a housewarming gift from friends Mike and Lisa, every time I dusted my dresser.

Going to Zabar's for the first time on a Sunday constitutes a maverick move, somewhere between boldness and stupidity. To say it was a little bit crowded would be like saying super model Heidi Klume is a little bit pretty. The narrow aisles were stuffed to the point of thrumming. More than once I found myself manuevering around shoppers who'd suddenly slammed on the brakes mid-step to sample the free noshes. I couldn't blame them.

Trekking $100 bucks worth of perishables back downtown wasn't exactly a cheesecake and marble rye walk, but strappy soul that I am, I managed. My usually empty singleton refrigerator is now stocked with gourmet meals-to-go: Black Angus flank steak, poached salmon in dill, baked macaroni and cheese, and spinach souffle. For a person used to scrounging for scraps come week's end, one who's been known to make a meal of a jar of olives or a microwaveable bag of Orville's best--hey, it's all about the pairings--all this bounty is well...a little overwhelming.

But I'll deal.

Coming attractions...

September 5th was the kick-off to Fashion Week AKA Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week, a semi-annual event held in New York City with events staged in Bryant Park and other areas throughout the city. The collections being shown are the Spring 2009 lines, of course. In the rag biz, fall is, strictly speaking, a done deal, then again they don't call it "fashion forward" for nothing. ;) I'll be calling in my reports from the catwalk...right after I finish this piece of Zabar's cheesecake.

Hope

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder?

When romance author buddy and fellow Manhattan singleton, Liz Maverick called me up last week and said, "This new absinthe bar just opened up in the Lower East Side. Wanna go?" there was really only one answer that sprang to mind.

YES!!!

Maybe Liz's um...maverick spirit is just contagious or maybe it was my own residual curiosity from high school Art Appreciation Class--Degas' painting, "The Glass of Absinthe" is well, pretty haunting--but either way I was totally game to go.

On Saturday night I met Liz and our mutual friend, Bonni at White Star on Essex Street. White Star isn't a terribly big place, but it packs a pretty powerful presence, sort of Prohibition era speak easy meets uber cool Manhattan "secret bar." Proprietor and yes, mixologist, Sasha Petraske patiently briefed the three of us on the history of absinthe before settling in to make our drinks.

Up until Saturday night, I was an absinthe virgin. I remember absinthe being illegal in the US "back in the day" but beyond vague allusions to blindness and brain function loss, I really didn't know much about it. The official Webster definition of absinthe is "a green liquor flavored with wormwood or a substitute, anise, and other aromatics."

After Saturday night, I strongly recommend Webster and Company update their definition. As it turns out, there are various types of absinthe. White Star serves the traditional green "Parisian" variety as well as a slightly less fortified clear type.

The flavor didn't shoot me over the moon but it wasn't bad, either, quite pleasant in point. To me, absinthe tastes like licorice only without the syrupy consisteny of sambucca. But what I really dug was the whole ritual of preparation and presentation, complete with 1930's-esque bar gatchetry. That Sasha kind of looks like Brendan Frasier in the Mummy movies didn't hurt, either. But I digress...

Preparing absinthe is fairly labor intensive. You do it by the glass and there is absolutely no rushing the process. Basically, about three-fingers' worth of the actual liquor is poured into a glass. Ice water is then drizzled over a single sugar cube set atop a strainer, slowly infusing the absinthe with an almost fairylike foaminess.

I didn't experience any Green Fairy sightings, I'm happy to say, though the absinthe I drank was the clear variety and I only sampled one before switching to a tried-and-true clear alcoholic beverage--champagne. Still, White Star stands out as the highlight of the evening.

But like intrepid cultural anthropologists, our data collection and cataloguing didn't end there. Afterward, there was a dinner at a nearby Afro-French bistro, Les Enfants Terrible (the grilled calamari with chick peas are to die for), followed by dancing and people watching at The Cellar in the Bryant Park Hotel. The near naked chics, The Cellar's answer to the Solid Gold Dancers, had me swearing to pull out my yoga mat and weights the very next day. I could say more but better yet, check out Liz's blog at the Rebels of Romance for the um...unexpurgated story.

Happy (post) Labor Day,

Hope

Blog-o-licious

Hi All,

Tomorrow, August 26th, I'm over at Elizabeth Kerri Mahon's "Got It Goin' On" blog--and boy does she ever. Along with being an uber-talented author, British history buff, and president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America, Elizabeth finds time to blog--every day. Her Scandalous Women blog is one of my favorite places in cyberspace, especially on those days (and you know "those days") when I really need to remember that "Well-behaved women don't make history."

And then repeat it like a mantra.

Also, I posted more photos from my Ireland trip to my Facebook page, so when you find two ticks, check it out.

Happy Monday,

Hope

The Road Well-Traveled

In the spirit of a picture saying a thousand words (at least!), I'll let these vacation pictures from my last week's Ireland trip do the talking for me. Who knew that trekking through flood waters, cow paddy-laced bogs, and pelting rains could be so much fun--but it was! But then Ireland's West Country boasts some of the most breathtaking scenery I've ever before experienced in any weather.

The three pictures shown here are from the Connemara leg of the journey. The group photo, taken after completing the last walk of the trip, is from left to right, Linda L, Bill A, Ron L, Pol O'Colmain (artist, storyteller, musician as well as Guide Extaordinaire) and Yours Truly--with the wind-whipped hair.

I'll be posting photos from The Burren/Galway Bay walks as well over the next week. In the meantime, if you have a moment or better yet two, "nip on over" to Facebook.com where I've posted all sixteen photos (so far) to an album.

Hope

More Photos from the RWA Conference in San Francisco

Hi All,

I'm back from hiking Ireland--okay, not exactly the whole country but The Burren and Connemara. Despite an unfortunate lack of gills or fins--can we say "record rainfall"--I managed to stay afloat without floating away. But more on that later this week when I post my vacation pics.

Yummy news: I got back to find a "wee giftie" waiting in my email mailbox--more photos from the RWA Conference in San Francisco courtesy of fellow Washington Romance Writers (WRW) member, Yvonne Yirka. Thanks Yvonne!

Unfortunately being the Shutterbug means not being in so many pictures, at least not your own. The Fab Threesome, taken on a "real live" San Francisco streetcar which we actually rode is (from left to right), Terri Ridgell, me, and former WRW prez, Deborah Barnhart.

Girlfriend time, take time to savor.

Hope

Going Green...

In many ways Manhattan is a very European city. For sure it demonstrates that a pedestrian society can not only work but work well. If I kept a car here, I think I'd probably end up having to shoot it like in those old spaghetti westerns when the trusty stead went lame on the trail and there was, well, nothing left to be done. (Really, did those wagon trains not have room for at least one veterinarian, for gosh sakes!).

Fortunately I don't need wheels here in the Big Apple unless you count my shopping pushcart. Here not only the trains but yes, the subway and buses all run on time. Since moving, I like to say my "carbon footprint" has shrunk from small to minuscule. Think bound foot.

But for the next week I'm not only going green, I'm going to the Green as in Ireland. Or at least a small part of Ireland: Connemara and Galway. I've wanted to take this trip for more than ten years, no joke, and a few months ago I decided to make like the Nike ads and "Just Do It."

And yes, you guessed it--I'm walking.

Well, first of course I'm flying. Once there, though, in the main I'll be traveling not by horse power but person power. Mine. Got my back pack, got my Timberland hiking boots, and yes, my rain poncho all packed. Fortunately the seasoned guides with the tour group I signed on with, Country Walkers, won't let me veer too far off course. At least I'm hoping not...

While I'm gone, hopetarr.com will remain in the capable hands--and under the 24/7 watch--of the fabulous folks at WaxCreative Design, so no worries there.

Many of you have emailed to congratulate me on launching Harlequin's Blaze Historical Miniseries with BOUND TO PLEASE. Thank you--and please keep the encouragement coming. It means a lot. Though I'll be mostly offline this week, once I'm back home from the Emerald Isle I'll be reading and responding to every single email in my in-box as I always do. In the meantime...

Happy Trails,

Hope

Calling All Shoe-a-Holics: Better a glass slipper than a glass ceiling

Still waiting on all those RWA photos to rush in geyser style but in the interim Alert Blog Watcher and historical romance author, Diane Gaston sent me this link to author Esri Rose's shoe review.

I met Esri briefly as she worked her way through the throng at RWA's Saturday night Awards Ceremony dessert reception. Her mission: to snap as many photos of authors' shoes as she possibly could. I, or at least my feet, are in the White Out Section, third photo down (and just above the really cool Italian glass beaded babies).

Oh, and btw, she's running a poll so you can vote!

Keeping up with the Cinderella theme, Manhattan is a place where magical moments are happenstance, where expecting the unexpected quickly becomes a way of life. Last night I was savoring a lobster salad at A.O.C. Bistro in the West Village when who walks in but actor Mary-Kate Olsen. Or was it Ashley? Or does it even matter?

What I really want to know is where I can get a pair of those glass slippers.

Hope

Puttin' on the Ritz

Okay, so I sent out a Nag-O-Gram to all my nearest and dearest conference buddies and slowly but surely (and for sure, slowly) photos from last week's Romance Writers of America Conference in San Francisco are beginning to t-r-i-c-k-l-e in.

The above photo was taken at a pre-Awards cocktail party on Saturday night. From left to right are authors Sophia Nash, Elaine Fox, Kathryn Caskie, and some brunette chic in pewter who apparently didn't get the memo on the basic black cocktail attire.

Oh, yeah, right, she's me. ;)

I'll be posting pics daily, at least that's my plan, so please don't be a stranger.

Hope

July Contest Winners

Okay, I am if not exactly fully rested up from the RWA Conference in San Francisco, then certainly back on the J.O.B. And one of the very best parts of this particular J.O.B. is announcing contest winners--and giving away books!

Jane C of New York, NY is the Grand Prize Winner of my previous month's contest. Like the two runners up, Jane knew that "caudle," a mulled wine with bits of brown bread, sugar, eggs and spices, is the drink Brianna first serves the captured Ewan in BOUND TO PLEASE. Jane's prize is a signed copy of THE HAUNTING, my time travel Harlequin Blaze romance set in Fredericksburg, VA, and a signed copy of Monica McCarty's HIGHLANDER UNTAMED, the first in Monica's blockbuster trilogy about the MacLeods of Skye. BOUND TO PLEASE also features the MacLeods albeit more than a century earlier.

Robyn L of Portage, PA and Andrea A of Bath, NY are my two additional winners. Robyn and Andrea will each receive a signed copy of VANQUISHED, the kick-off to my "Men of Roxbury House" historical trilogy along with a signed cover flat for BOUND TO PLEASE.

Per my previous post, I'm still waiting on all those fab RWA Conference glam shots, so if you're one of my shutterbug buddies, don't be shy. Send 'em on. (Memo to self: next time remember to take digital camera. Also, remember to learn how to use said digital camera). ;)

Hope

Back from San Francisco

Hi Everyone,

I'm jet-lagged but grinning big time after wrapping up yet another fabulous Romance Writers of America Conference. This year's setting was San Francisco, one of my favorite US cities, second only to--you guessed it--New York. As always the conference was a fabulous forum for mixing business with yes, pure fun.

Determined to log in a little sightseeing, I got into San Francisco on Tuesday and hooked up with my posse of conference buds, including the lovely and prolific Kathryn Caskie, for a fortifying seafood dinner at Scoma's in Fisherman's Wharf. Set back from the main drag on Pier 47, Scoma's bills itself as offering San Francisco's freshest seafood. The cracked Dungeoness Crab was to die for as was the Lobster Thermidor and Lobster Newburg. I know because I had them all!

The conference officially kicked off on Wednesday night with the annual charity literacy autographing. Hundreds of romance authors from Nora Roberts to Julia Quinn to yes, Yours Truly packed the SF Marriott's grand ballroom to sign our latest releases and chat with readers and the press.

The Harlequin Party on Friday was held at the ever elegant Four Seasons Hotel. In between fortifying forays to the food stations for an array of Asian dumplings, succulent cheeses, and completely calorie-free desserts (yeah, right)--hey, a girl's gotta keep up her strength--I shook my booty and ground my groove thing to the 80's tunes rocking the house.

On Saturday romantic suspense author, Terri Ridgell and I gave our workshop on Tracking Trends, Fording the Future. To the strappy souls who turned out for us despite the 4:30-5:30 time slot, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

All that talking turned out to be thirsty work. After whetting my whistle with some lovely champagne at an awards pre-party, it was time to settle down to the Awards Ceremony emceed this year by best-selling author, Suzanne Brockman. In addition to doing a bang-up job keeping we attendees rolling in the aisles with laughter--and the program rolling along right on schedule--Suzanne is well, a pretty cool chick. You've got to hand it to a woman who accessorizes a floor-length ballgown with...cowboy boots.

Sunday morning was time to pack in the razzle dazzle and come back to home and yes, "reality." Now that I'm back, my first official action item (okay, second) is to announce my July contest winners, so please check back tomorrow (Tuesday) for details on the latest three lucky ladies (or gentlemen, as the case may be). The grand prize includes a title from bestseller Monica McCarty's Highlander series.

Finally, to all my shutterbug buddies who also attended the conference--and yes,I know not only who you are but where to find you--this stands as my official shout out. All those group photos you made me mug for, and which I valiantly worked not to ruin by blinking, send 'em on. I'll be posting the images as they trickle--make that rush--in. In the meantime...

Happy Monday,

Hope

Red Shoes Diary...

Okay, so last night I had one of those quintessential Manhattan evenings that makes me proud to be a newly minted New Yorker tricked out in four inch red platform heels. Recently I reconnected with romance writer extraordinaire, Liz Maverick. Liz and I met "back in the day" at a Celebrate Romance Conference but beyond quick catch-ups at a conference here and there, we kind of lost touch. Like me, Liz is a recent transplant to the city, in her case from the West Coast, and a Saturday night out seemed as good a time as any to compare notes on our Single Girl in the Big City experiences so far.

Start point: Blue Ribbon Sushi in Soho where I met Liz and her buddy, Bonnie, for an early (for New York) dinner. After pounding down a truly amazing amount of excellent sushi, we headed Uptown to Terminal 5 where not one but three great bands were playing. The headliner, She & Him, was seriously amazing. The lead vocalist, Zooey Deschanel, who also happens to be a song writer and pianist, is so over-the-top talented it's well...pretty insane.

This week my Manhattan adventuring will be put on the back burner as I head to San Francisco for the Romance Writers of America national conference. The conference kicks off on Wednesday night with a charity autographing to benefit literacy programs in the area. I'll be signing copies of BOUND TO PLEASE as well as ENSLAVED and later in the week giving a workshop on "Tracking Trends" in romance fiction with my friend, Terri Ridgell. In between taking care of "bizness," there's the Harlequin party at the fabulous Four Seasons Hotel and of course the conference finale, an awards ceremony and desert reception on Saturday night. Once I'm back in the city to catch my breath, I'll be dishing on all of it--I promise!

In the meantime, have a great week...

Hope

Calling All Urban Cowgirls

Okay, so I started off my Monday night with the best of intentions, namely to drop in on my French language "meet-up" group, say a quick good evening--better make that bonsoir--drink a glass of vino and then call it an early night and catch up on my zzz's.

Then again you know what they say about the road to hell...

At the meet-up, I ran into a friend who persuaded me to extend my evening. Our first stop was Bryant Park. Through the summer months, the park's Summer Film Festival presents free-to-the public outdoor films every Monday night. Last night's selection was the classic "Arsenic and Old Lace" with the forever wonderful Cary Grant. You just don't say no to Cary Grant...The park lawn was covered in blankets as movie watchers noshed on picnic fare, enjoyed the cool, clear (for Manhattan) evening air and yes, watched the film. Think Silver Screen at its best.

But there's more. Afterward, my friend proposed we drop-in at Johnny Utah's at Rockefeller Center where some other friends of his were bellying up to the bar's mechanical bull. By that time, I was wide-awake and game to add to my mounting roster of Manhattan experiences, so I went along for the um...ride.

Johnny Utah's bills itself as the ultimate urban cowboy experience and last night's Bull Riding Challenge didn't disappoint. Think single women, couples, girlfriend dyads, and yes, even the occassional strapping Manhattan male all riding to the um...range while a play list from hip-hop to classic rock blared in the backdrop.

Bull riding is probably one of those pursuits best left as a spectator sport and, in my defense, I wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion. So I passed--this time. That said, I was on that bull in spirit, really I was.

The above photos are, strictly speaking, from last year in Dallas. Still, you've met one mechanical bull, you've probably met them all. Then again, sometimes you just have to giddy up and go.

Hope

Happy Bastille Day from the Big Apple

Okay, so admittedly Bastille Day was yesterday, July 14th, but alors, c'est la vie. I was too busy enjoying the festivities to report on them--my bad. Then again here in New York, Bastille Day isn't so much a single day as a week of festivities and, quite possibly, a state of mind. My personal celebrating didn't start until Sunday when I attended the Brooklyn Bastille Day street fair. A friend and I watched the festival goers play Patanque (a sort of hybrid of bowling and croquet) and then headed to the food and drink tent to sample a French aperitif--pastis--with an unpronounceable name as well as some traditional country French fare.

Last night I attended the Bastille Day Ball as the guest of a Francophone friend. The party was held at Spotlight, a club in Times Square, and sponsored by French Tuesdays, a group of Francophiles/Francophones with clubs not only in New York but also in Miami, Los Angeles and San Francisco. Traditional French music early in the evening segued to popular club tunes as the evening wore on, some French, others American, not that the crowd seemed to mind. Small groups gathered on the rooftop balcony, which provided a panorama of Times Square--think "bright lights, big city" at its magnificent best.

A bientot,

Hope

Win, win--win!!!

Congratulations to the winners of my June contest, all of whom knew that in BOUND TO PLEASE, Brianna says that love potions are for silly young maids. The grand prize, a signed copy of my paranormal romance, THE HAUNTING, and of the talented Monica McCarty's HIGHLAND UNTAMED, goes to Jennifer T of East Millinocket, ME.

But, as they say, there's more... My two second prize winners, Kitty S of Muncie, IN and Christine W of Lawton, OK, will each receive a signed copy of VANQUISHED, the first book in my "Men of Roxbury House" historical trilogy and signed cover flat keepsakes for UNTAMED, the final book in the series.

Many thanks to all of you who took the time to stop by and enter. If you didn't win this time 'round, no worries. I'm repeating the same great prizes for the current contest, so if you haven't yet, please take a moment to try again.

Hope

A Lip Sync-ing Good Sunday...

A coupla weeks ago my best friend, Suz, visited me in New York. Over her three-day stay, we hit the usual tourist suspects, including the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. We also took time out for some amazing meals washed down with equally amazing wines.

Sunday brunch is a big deal here in the Big Apple and for Suz's last day I wanted to do something special, something more memorable than the requisite coffee and eggs with jazz in the background. After checking with Suz to make sure she was game, I booked a reservation at Lips, self-billed as the "ultimate in drag dining."

Having never been to a drag anything, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect though I'd passed Lips many times on my walks through the West Village. Not wanting to miss anything, we arrived a few minutes early, and the host showed us to our table. Our server, Empress (see above photo with Moi), showed up in short order with a mimosa for Yours Truly and a Bloody Mary for Suz. Sipping our drinks, we gave our food orders and settled back to be entertained.

And were we ever! As this event was billed as a gospel brunch, the servers/performers all wore long purple robes and the requisite flowing wigs. Once the show started, they spent the next 45 minutes or so strutting their stuff and grinding their groove things while lip synching to a variety of popular 80's dance tunes. (How can you not love "It's Raining Men"!) Between each number, the emcee strolled between tables talking smack with the audience and generally having us rolling in, if not the aisles, certainly our seats. (The refills on the mimosas didn't hurt, either).

If you're looking for something a little different to do on your next visit to NYC, I highly recommend Lips (2 Bank Street, West Greenwich Village, NY). Plan on bringing an open mind and leaving with a smile. (The humor at Lips while good-natured and IMHO far tamer than much of what airs on today's TV is definitely adult, so I wouldn't recommend the restaurant for families with young children).

On a semi related note, a new friend of mine here in the city recently said, "God doesn't make anything that's not beautiful. It may not be your taste, and that's fine, but it's still beautiful in His eyes."

Happy Pride Week,

Hope

Book Expo America 2008

Sometimes you don't actually have to be in the limelight to um...be in the limelight.

This year's Book Expo America took place in Los Angeles. BEA is the largest publishing trade fair in the country, comparable to the Frankfurt and London Book Fairs. BEA is a great way for an author to build buzz for her book by connecting with publishing professionals--distributors, reviewers from Publishers Weekly and the like, publisher sales reps, and the list goes on and on.

For several years, I've been a regular participant, signing my books in both the Expo's in-booth and "ticketed" forums. For various reasons (hint: do you hear "deadline" bursting out of my thought bubble?) I wasn't able to attend this year's show.

Imagine my delight when folks who did go started emailing me notes and yes, photos of the large--and I mean huge--backlit poster for BOUND TO PLEASE fronting the entrance to the Harlequin booth alongside Linda Lael Miller's latest. Who knew!

To add another shmeer of cream cheese to the bagel, my other wonderful publisher, Medallion Press, had complimentary copies of all three of my Men of Roxbury House books: VANQUISHED, ENSLAVED, and UNTAMED prominently displayed in its booth.

I may not have gotten to go to all the great parties or rub elbows with the publishing brass this year but in a way, I was there. My characters certainly were. Party animals all, I'm sure they had a fab time. ;)

Hope

Win-Win!

Congratulations to the winners of my April-May contest: Paula H of Norfolk, VA; Gail H of Junction, KY and Loretta W of Buckeye, AZ. All three winners knew that in BOUND TO PLEASE, Ewan and Brianna play chess to pass the time while he's held captive. (Okay, well that's one of the ways they pass the time). ;) As always, the answer could be found in the Helpful Hint excerpt included on the Contest page.

Paula, Gail and Loretta will each receive a signed copy of my most recent contemporary Harlequin Blaze, STROKES OF MIDNIGHT as well as a signed cover flat keepsake for UNTAMED, the finale to my Men of Roxbury House historical trilogy.

Didn't win this time 'round? Don't give up! I have a great contest running from June 2nd through the 29th. The GRand Prize prize is an autographed copy of my paranormal Blaze, THE HAUNTING along with a signed copy of bestseller Monica McCarty's fabulous debut novel, HIGHLANDER UNTAMED. Two additional winners will each receive a signed copy of VANQUISHED, the kick-off to my Men of Roxbury House trilogy as well as a cover flat keepsake for one of my other books.

Many thanks to all who time out to visit the site and enter.

Hope

Chewing the...Hash

One of the reasons I feel so lucky to be a writer is that I get to share my "world" with so many other folks, readers. These days the blogosphere affords the opportunity to chat up some of the really cool people and stuff I encounter in my "real" world, too.

If you've read this far, apparently you're listening to me, which is a very good thing. ;)

Because I am bursting at the seams (no, not that kind of bursting though admittedly I've been hitting the Tasti Delite kinda hard) to talk about a great running club I just joined, the New York City Hashers.

Apparently hashing is tres international. It started in Malaysia in the late 1930's, and there are groups throughout the US as well as the globe. In NY, the Harry's Hashers chapter draws members mainly from Manhattan. Basically the group leader, called a Hare, chalk marks a trail for the rest of the runners, The Pack, to follow--or not follow. The run begins at a bar (excellent, yes) and the endpoint is yep, you guessed it, another bar. Most of the runners wait until the finish to imbibe. Participants toss about $15, Hash Cash, into the communal till, which covers beer and noshes for the night.

Last night was my first hash, and frankly I can't wait to go back next week. About 50-60 runners met up outside of Suspenders Bar in Manhattan's Financial District. Once the run got underway, folks got serious. While the web site gives the impression that the running part of the event provides an excuse to drink and socialize, don't believe it. Harry's hashers are seriously fit, with the majority of last night's group running sub-nine minute miles. There's also a nice mix of ages (anything from twenty-somethings to sixty-somethings), singles and married couples, backgrounds etc.

The approximately six-mile "trail" wound through the Battery, China Town, the Lower East Side, Alphabet City, and Gramercy. Sweaty but smiling, we ended at Plug Uglies, a gem of a dive bar in the East Village named for the New York street gang immortalized in Martin Scorses's GANGS OF NEW YORK. Ironically the present day pub is a popular watering hole for New York's finest--note the police shields festooning the dark paneled walls--as well as running club friendly.

We hashers basically took over the place. Pitchers of icewater awaited and after downing the requisite rehydrating plastic cupful, most club members were ready for stronger stuff. Later (as in several Stellas later), there was toasting or rather roasting of the hash leaders, the trail, and specific members, including a dalmatian with a purported flatulence problem--or was that her owner? Last but not least for a turn in the spotlight were the hash "virgins" including...yep, you guessed it, Yours Truly, who had to down beer shots while the group cheered and chugged. Afterward, the leaders broke out the food, played shuffle board (a popular bar fixture), told runners' "war stories" and just generally had a good time.

Whatever your outdoor passion--running, cycling, golfing, walking or even gardening--it's spring for gosh's sake, so make like the Nike ad and "Just Do It."

Happy trails,

Hope