What better way to get in the Christmas spirit than to wear the ugliest holiday sweater you can find and then bar hop downtown with more than 200 of your closest friends?
This past Saturday, I participated in the fourth annual Ugly Christmas Sweater Bar Golf. (You can read about last year’s here.) Wearing the most ridiculous Christmas sweaters we could find, we showed up at MoMo’s for the 3 p.m. tee-off. Once we arrived, we were handed scorecards with the rules and the course. I enjoyed my first drink of the day and admired all the crazy outfits people had put together. It looked like Christmas had thrown up all over MoMo’s. It was jam-packed with eager golfers.
After a half hour there, we headed to the Gingerbread Man for the second hole, followed by Pints. Pints was kind enough to set out free food for hungry attendees, which was much appreciated. For the fourth hole, we trekked to Bricco, where we were treated to a special holiday drink menu, featuring cocktails like spiked cider and cranberry mojitos.
For the fifth hole, El Sol welcomed us with $5 margaritas. It was already dark out by the time we headed to the bar at the Hilton, where hotel patrons looked slightly confused as dozens of adults wearing Christmas sweaters poured in.
We then headed next door to Mulligan’s, where everyone crammed together for a group photo on the stairs. Closing out the front nine, we stopped by Molly Brannigans for $4 bomb shots, before we finished up at McGrath’s.
From 7:45-8:15, we had a half hour in which we were encouraged to take a dinner break. Food was definitely a necessity to make it to the final nine.
Bourbon Street Saloon was the home of the tenth hole, before we headed to the Pep Grill. This was my favorite part of the night, as someone played several Queen songs in a row and the entire bar was singing along and dancing. It had to be quite the sight.
It was such a fun day, and it was awesome to see so many people showed up dressed in festive garb ready to give downtown Harrisburg a business boost.
However, I’m glad it only comes once a year – I think I need 364 days to recover and prepare for next year!