The pack gathered on a brisk Saturday afternoon downtown at Al Hrabosky’s for the Big Hump’s 1st annual Hobo hash, which also happened to be hash 69-9. There were prizes to be handed out to the first 30 hashers that showed. We were supposed to be hobo looking (duh), and it was cold out, so yeah, everyone got one. The knapsacks contained all the necessities a hobo could need. Peanuts, bologna sandwiches, one shooters of various boozes, and of course a paper sack to drink said booze out of. Everyone dressed up for the occasion, though some looked a little more pathetic than hoboish. Not to mention all the technology floating around. Seriously, how many hobos are walking around with cell phones and show up in their Acura?
The hares gave us a non-traditional chalk talk In fact, they completely made up their own marks for everything. Even a little choo-choo train drawing. After that, the hares were out, and the pack was off as I slammed my beer with a quickness. Straight to the slums of inner industrial abandoned
On out we went straight to the Metro Link. Dammit I thought we were going to jump a freight train to
After that a quick jog back to the circle. Enroute, we picked up what I hope to see soon as The Cone of Silence. In circle mostly the usual shit was done, songs were sang, and beer was drunk. People were hit for DFL, FRB, nominations, etc. The giant ginormous hashshit was handed out. Man I’ve been gone for a while. WTF was that ridiculous contraption all about? And finally, awards were given out for the best hobos. DMB won the harriette side in her Boots McGee outfit, and yours truly won for the dudes (but only cuz I wore suspenders just like the hare who give out the special prizes). And what, pray tell, did we win? 1 MILLION DOLLARS!!!! Or maybe it was a harmonica made out of pure gold. Or maybe just a plain old harmonica. But you know what? You really can’t put a price tag on the hours of musical pleasure that will be enjoyed by all the other hashers in the years to come.
Then on-after to the Broadway Oyster bar… where I didn’t go. But give me a break, at least I made a damn hash!
ON-ON Frankie TDTPE