It's the 40th analversary of Pittsburgh H3, the worst running club in western Pennsylvania! Traditionally, the 40th anniversary is celebrated with rubies, but instead we're going GOLD, baby! Gold means value, which means $$$, which means it will be a hoity toity, VIP, exclusive affair full of sexy intrigue. Just the kind of shindig James Bond himself would feel lucky to be ordered bust into. Now, in lieu of an overwrought campout description incorporating various Bond tropes, here is a list of tortured genre puns and THEN a traditional weekend itinerary. You're welcome.

Dr. No Means No
Goldfinger? I don't even know her!
Thunderbald
Ewe Only Live Twice
On Her Vajesty's Secret Service
Diamonds Are Forever, Circle Lasts Longer
Live and Let Dye, the Easter Egg Story
The Man with the Golden Dick
Poonraker
For Your Thighs Only
A View to a Krill
GoldenEye, Yes I Would!
The World Is Hot Enough
Dye Another Day, the year without an Easter
Quantum of Sore Ass
Spectre? I don't even know her!

But what can I expect at this weekend campout?
Event haberdashery, Friday Trail, Friday Beer Share, Saturday Trail, Hash Olympdicks - Casino Grand Mal, Beer Mile, Shower Concierge, Skits & Dancing, Bond/Villain/Girl costume contest, Bonfire, Midnight (or earlier!) shot quest trail, Sunday Zippy (TM) trail for wankers.

What can I expect to pay for this bounty of food, friends, and entertainment?
$80 until 2/29 (Leap Day!)
$90 until 4/30 LAST DAY FOR HAB
$100 until 5/28
$120 at the Gate

PROHIBITED
Dogs, guns, teenagers, generators, campers bigger than a pop-up, and SPECTRE operatives.

License to Swill ft. the Girl with the Golden Buns

A vessel, yourself, a tent (etc), beer share beer