Think of a bar crawl. You're likely picturing armies of drunken, cut-off khaki-clad brah dudes hollering and cavorting. Forget it. Think armies of drunken Elvii singing the King's classics and cavorting through the West Village. And this is no mystery train, like most crawls. No, it's for a cause. Orphans in Haiti who have little idea of why any grown person would dress up as a dead pop star and pound beer (ahh, youth is so foolish) will benefit from the shenanigans.
“It still amazes me how the sight of dozens of Elvii walking in the Village not only draws attention, but also seems to genuinely make people happy and ultimately generous," said Scott Knoll, the cofounder of the Elvis Bar Crawl. Last year the event raised more than $3,000 for Orphans International Worldwide, and this year they hope to hit $5,000.
So when you see the guys (and ladies) in the white jumpsuits gyrating their pevises and wobbling down Bleeker this Saturday, don't be scared or confused, just dig deep.
The burning love begins at Thunder Jackson's on Bleeker Street at 5 p.m. sharp. Be there or be Blue Hawaii.