Frenzy 7

Well, the last two frenzies were located in London, so we're gonna kinda sorta keep that connection going. As for the photo, yep, that's guitars. Lots and lots of guitars. Almost 2000. Whassup with all these guitarists gathering last week? You tell me...

1) Where did all these guitarists gather?
2) Why did they gather?
and
3) How could this possibly be connected to London?

Post your answers by clicking the comment link below. If you email me your answer, I'm sure I'll enjoy it, but it doesn't count for snocone action.

Rock on, bruthas and sistahs...



Hint Number 1: The answer to Question 3 has nothing to do with the Guinness Book of World Records. Guinness is Irish regardless of where a book may be published. This is the arbitrary and final judgment of the site administrators. Seek on, fellow travelers.

First Redemption!

That chapacabra-lovin' sumbitch Rob Robinson, god love him, stepped up during the dark days since the last frenzy post, and assumed the role of first snocone redeemer of frenzyland. His efforts, coming as they did while the frenzy languished in the depths of deepest despair, shall be forever remembered, cherished and rewarded. Rob - you are hereby awarded ANOTHER snocone, redeemable upon demand.

Please note the interesting formation of Rob's snocone - rather than some fancyass, newfangled shaved ice, Rob is sporting some old-school, crushed pellet ice with a classic overload of grape syrup...but, rather than served in a paper cone, the goods are offered up in large paper cup. It's old, it's new, it's a hybrid of all things snocone.

In celebration of this awesome concoction, a bonus giveaway is in order: a snocone will be awarded to the first frenzier to identify, in a comment added to this post, where Rob was standing as he collected his cone.

Frenzy 6 - La Bodeguita del Medio

Winner: Sari Blossom Karppinen

So this last frenzy started out with the intention of offering a challenging search for you frenziers, but eager beaver Blossom couldn't keep her panties (knickers? - how should one reference the delicate undies of a Finn living in London?) on and jumped in with the answer before anyone else could even take a sip of the rummy mystery behind the photos.

Crush me, it did, and after the initial shock and denial, followed quickly by overriding waves of guilt at my unintended complicity in the loss, I lashed out in anger before settling into a deep depression lasting many months. Eventually, I was able to get out of bed again, as hints of a positive future began to reassert themselves, and I began taking practical steps towards reconstructing a life post-tragedy, and just recently I've been able to accept that, while life will never be the same again, it's finally time to move on.

And so, it's now time to confirm that, as Blossom noted, that the finest Mojito in London, made with some fine, fine Cuban rum, may be found at La Bodeguita del Medio in Kensington. You'll also note from Blossom's comment that she's been back since the night when we drained the establishment of a week's supply of Havana Club, and she's been heard from rarely since. Interpret this as ye may, but be sure and stop and say hello next time you visit - she'll be at the left end of the bar, likely with an empty glass that you really should refill for her.

Salud!