The hashers arrived in the parking lot of the abandoned Schnucks in Clayton. The hare shows that he is old-time St. Louis, because he expects everyone to recognize a Schnucks that is no longer open or labeled. This confuses a few hashers, but we all made it eventually to the circle. Except for some who were later than that, but what did you expect?

The hare expected us to believe that the trail was live even though chalk-talk was pre-laid. Yeah right! And those big sweat pools on the sides of your shirt... been installing some really heavy servers at work today?

The pack took off a few minutes after the hare. It was an easy trail, other than some confusion between a two-dotter whichy-way and a check. The walkers got lazy, the runners got ahead, and PMS caught lightning bugs and stuck them in her bra. It was a white bra so you could see them -- blinky boobies!

The beer stop turned out to be back at the start, because the hare forgot to get the beer to where the beer stop was supposed to be. Okay, works for us. The really late-cummers (PC) meet us there. At some point the hare left, and then some of the pack trickled out after him, but I didn't notice because we were deep in a discussion of Apache web servers and the necessary include syntax for CGI scripts. (Yes, we drank for that in circle.) We learned yet again the consequences of setting an A-A-A trail: half the pack forgets to run the second half.

Halfway through, it started raining, and this was good, because before that it was muggy hot. It drizzled a bit through circle. Lots of people drank, of course. Just Martin drank for making Iron Lung smile. (yay!) PMS showed her blinky boobies, and then the whole pack chanted "Set them free! Set them free!" until she lifted the bra. Her expression as she looked down to see her breasts with bugs all over them was even funnier than the dazed lightning bugs. Medusa was impressed because she doesn't have any in San Francisco -- any lightning bugs, that is.

The hare drank to "C-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L." PC Porn got his 50th run head band. PMS put it on him and Witty pouted. Hash Shit went to Just Martin for losing the keys to his Cobra, rerunning trail to find them, and then all the time they were up Madam Yuk's... ah, shorts. Postage Tramp was nominated for allowing PMS to grow breast fungus, and PMS for the lightning bugs, and Madam Yuck for something (isn't she always?) and maybe Just Martin too but I forget.

Oh, and in Lost Property, Madam Yuk received a T-shirt that says "My invisible friend says you have serious mental problems." She was grateful.

Finally a cop shows up to shoo us away, except it turns out he's a hasher! So we talk to him a while and give him a card, but then other cops show up and he has to shut us down for real. So we headed off to the on-after at Krueger's, a yuppie bar (duh, this is Clayton) where all beer is in bottles. But the cook hung around late to feed us all, and it was good, and we pushed half the tables in the place together. About this time it started seriously pouring. Lots of people stayed longer because of that.

And then we went home! And 40 was closed because of flooding and that sucked.

Witty Titty Carrot Committee