Hared by Just Steven, Just Nate, and Grind Slut
Just Mike was too ill to co-hare on the cold and soggy hashing day, so he graciously backed out. Unfortunately, he missed his chance to learn from the well-seasoned curmudgeon through some fabulous downtown urban shiggy. So the two virgins, Just Steven and Just Nate, and the curmudgeon, Grind Slut, prelaid a trail before the rain really began.
The pack slowly arrived at the Flying Saucer, a crowd favorite, before the start. Some enjoyed a prerun beverage, and some abstained. Your scribe had two, hoping it would warm me up or make me numb to the cold and wet conditions that we were about to be thrusted into. Not the case…
The rain had picked up since we had arrived at the Saucer, so “Father Abraham” and chalk talk already proved to be a bit moist. The pack was off around 3:45pm, following damp plops of flour through the streets of downtown, starting at Capitol across the street from the bar.
As usual, I didn’t know where we were at any given time, but the 5+ mile trail was quite interesting, with mostly street running, but some nice manicured shiggy, and a multitude of bl*w j*bs. The cool rain alone was a challenge.
Our “virgin ending” was not virgin at all. The pack came to the bayou, and across it was Allen’s Landing, the place when Beat My Meat and I ended our virgin hare trail with McP and Cums Anyway, and where I was named. Virgin ending… my a*$!
The covered ending was glorious, and stepping out of those wet clothes into dry ones was even more so. The tamales, made by Roy Orifice, were delish, and the p*ss beer was plentiful, so much so that our little virgin hare, Just Steven, was passing out cans to the host of homeless fellas who called Allen’s Landing home on a rainy day. McP*sser asked him if he thought he was a missionary or something, which led to the suggested name of “Missionary P*osition”. Some liked, some didn’t, so it was tabled.
The virgins were annointed with full bags of flour, and My Brother Made Me Eat It’s eyes sparkled as she dumped on Just Nate. The excess flour left a thick paste on the damp floor of the underpass.
The circle welcomed back reboots Glad He Ate Her and Two Holes from their long trek on the road. They have been missed!
Will He Peter found some tiny panties on trail that he wanted to “return” to Gaslight, gross… and Hooter Bill received an honorary down-down from Two Holes for having to hear Glad He Ate Her’s ode to Hooter on their long trip every time he spotted a silver PT cruiser.
The accusations slowly dwindled, and the street people were closing in on us, looking like a Thriller video, so the suggestion was made that we give them the remaining beer and head to the on-on-on, which was of course at the Flying Saucer, 6 blocks away.
With no car backs, we headed on foot to our place of refuge for a dry seat, some grub and premium beer. It was a packed house, and with bodies dry, tummies full, and beer consumed, it was another successful hashing day! Great trail, guys!
On-on to the Christmas Pub Crawl Friday night, hash Saturday, and Christmas Party Saturday night!! Sign up online if you have not signed up already so MisManagement can make sure we have plenty of food for our Christmas feast.
Your jolly scribe,
Really? F*@k!