was a sweltering and humid (a.k.a. totally normal) June day, when the hash
descended upon the thriving metropolis of
There was a lot of pavement pounding and a lot of waiting for chicks to show up at the chick checks, until Whiney got impatient and started just erasing the center dots. Eventually, the pack was led to one of Dupo's many fine watering holes, roughly on the opposite side of town from our starting point, where we were treated to only the finest:
$0.75 draws of something roughly resembling beer. Norman Bates appeared like magic at the beer stop, only to disappear again, like smoke in the wind. Monistat said something funny that will be less funny if I repeat it, then we hit the trail back, a straight, 2 mile shot of traffic-dodging fun. Somewhere along the way, the temperature even made it to a point that could almost be called pleasant.
Meanwhile, the walkers, despairing of the distance to the planned beer stop, made an impromptu one at the VFW. Someone named Paula bought them beer, and there was much rejoicing.
The on-after featured free wings, which, to some people's inexplicable surprise, disappeared really quickly. The early hasher gets the
wings. Finger My Arsenal bought some pitchers to say goodbye before