TYAC was one of a few who had the common sense to bring gloves. Norman Bates also had gloves, but he really needed some common sense because he was wearing shorts. Norman, don't you live out of your car anyway? You mean to tell me you had no long pants up in there? Anyhoo, Humptus Interruptus was fashionable and warm, starting a new craze by wearing a pair of socks on his hands. We can only assume that they were clean. Beer cozies make for good gloves too.
The hares, Hostitute and PMS, were blessed and we set off on a dark and lovely dead trail. The pack pretty much stayed together until just before the beer stop in Whitecliff Park. TYAC, Humptus, and Madam Yuk had split off from the pack and arrived first to the stop. PMS actually lugged a garbage bag full of ice and beer into the park (yay!). The trees blocked the winds, and there was a bench upon which to sit. So what if the park closed at dusk, it was beer thirty!
Before setting off once again into the dark wooded trail, we discovered that there was beer left over. Amazing. And we call ourselves a drinking club. No beer shall be left behind! Madam Yuk carried the beer bag over her shoulder until Pencil Dick and Just Broke pointed out that the bag was leaking steadily onto her rear. "Lookat her ass," they said, "You can tell she drinks beer." They sure know how to flatter a girl. Mud Packer gallantly took the bag, and then proceeded to get lost just before the hash halt. It was explained to some newer hashers that a hash halt is like a beer stop, but without the beer.
Everyone was made to drink for whatever in Circle. Flossit got her 25th Jolly Roger headband? (You go, Girl!). The haberdasher is going to drink for that!! The DFL's were Pencil Dick, Fe Fe, Leather Balls, and Pornogenic. Pencil Dick was also an FRB, along with Postage Tramp, TYHAC, Madam Yuk, and Humptus Interruptus. Dabadoo won the hashshit for getting massively lost on trail. He was heard to utter to the nice police officer on trail through his chattering teeth, "which way to the beach?"
The on-after was at the Pink Galleon. ID-less Just Alex and Madam Yuk were not allowed entrance into the pool hall. Just Alex said, "I got your ID right here!" while making a colorful gesture, hopped into Just Jeremy's vehicle, and off they went. They didn't even stay for Circle. No beer for them, more for us!
This hasher would like to personally thank Norman Bates and Flossit with a Faucet for trying to get me in without my ID, and TYHAC for taking me home.
All in all, it was just another shitty, chilly, breezy hash.
On-On
Madam Yuk