Run #1490 A Leprechaun in the Hellmouth!

One Night Only laid the St. Patrick’s Day trail for the Gypsies and she produced more drunks than an AA meeting and none of this bunch was a quitter! ONO brought the pack together at the Hellmouth aka Front and Union, scene of more Gypsies debacles than you can shake a bottle of Jameson’s at. The Outbeer arrived and swept into a parking space that had held Who’s Your Daddy’s body, who knew that lying down, WYD was the exact length of the Outbeer plus 3 inches! The keg of Lagunitas Maximus Colossal Ale was tapped, and the pack kept growing. Ska Skank Redemption had mentioned that the Whine and Chowder Society was starting on that very spot only 3 days earlier so they would have narks in the area, oops! ONO solved the problem in classic Gypsy fashion, by ignoring it! Only the lost can be found and besides she used green chalk! While the pack milled around Missed Delivery proudly pointed out to Tonya Hardon the very piece of sidewalk where he’d rested his head at a Gypsies’ Halloween Pub Crawl. There are any number of Gypsies who have a favorite spot on the cement thanks to the Sacred Bucket, just ask 5150! Cherry Chaser a former Kuala LumpurH3 and current Whine & Chowder lad brought Just Elke and Just Darren. A true hasher CC was excited about laying a claim to a concrete head rest. Fits In suggested that he test out a few sections of curb before he made a choice. Knowing how supportive the Gypsies are of family values Joe Pubic Hair brought Prickly Bush, they know the family that drinks together fucks like minks together. Family values brought Do Her Well who was hoping against hope that Just Doesn’t Get It would finally get it! Banana In Public patted DHW on the shoulder and told her she was entitled to dream! Speaking of dreams, Just Elke assured a number of Gypsies would be having sweet dreams by the handful with her reading from the Epistle Missal of 5150. Many had never heard a sermon from this “good” book and the effects were instantaneous. Wrinkle Pecker looked like he’d been starched and Cosmic Pussy hugged Just Charlie and Just Lola with tears in her eyes, telling them they’d be getting special treats and so would she! Twinkle Dick had a steady glow, no twinkling for him! Dr. Kimble just shook his head and said, “With books like that who needs a defibrillator, that book could raise the dead!” Closet Twitcher looked at his shorts and whispered, “I hope so”. That was a bit much even for the Yiddish colleen so ONO sent the pack into the night. She provided them with green plastic glasses, guaranteed to lead to broken bones and wrist bands celebrating the evening. 5 Angry Inches looked at the bands and allowed as how they could be uses as a makeshift tourniquet! Hand Pump took 2 while Pied Piper took a pocket full! While the ones who thought, ha, that they’d sober up by *unning the true cognoscenti of an evening’s drinking and smidge of exercise tossed in their lots with the Lost Patrol led by none other than the Gypsies’ esteemed hare! Chickenboner took one look at the hearty and healthy pack and stepped in with our hare. Trail went along the Embarcadero and turned on Grant Ave. before taking the revelers up North Point. Passing bars without entering had Manhole looking like he was resisting a magnetic force. Jack The Ripper told him to be strong and save himself for the booze he’d already paid for, that struck a nerve and Manhole was a tower of strength after that! 5150 was less a tower of anything as the LP passed a bar where ABBAA was hanging with some ladies. Suddenly oh those sore feet drew 5150 into the bar. Lois Lame and Just Fuck Off had, as rumor would go, started on trail early so that they could have more drinking time at the back end. Some Gypsies do, on occasion, show good sense! ONO, the LP’s Mother Carey led her chicks back to the roost and the rest of the pack arrived in dribs and drabs and some, ABBAA and his crew by Uber. The keg donned its Cloak of Invisibility and was covered in turn with the Sacred Thermi filled with Irish Coffee and Fits In’s whipped cream. ONO had baked cupcakes to celebrate the day and Irish soda bread along with a tub of butter to slather on the bread, all this in addition to the usual Vitamin J kept the pack’s mouths full and their throats wet. The pack kept growing with the likes of Bitch Pimp and her boy toy Just Jeff. Bitches Bitch was saddened that he hadn’t needed to rescue any lost Gypsies, at least until he slugged down that first but far from last Irish Coffee. Wash This Asshole felt a spiritual bond with Worst Bottom Ever from EastBayH3 but no matter how he tossed his hair it wasn’t reciprocated. As she drained the 14^th mug of Irish Coffee, Comes So Often from the EastBayH3 was particularly glad she came. Cockulus Oculus looked deep into Jack The Ripper’s eyes and insists she saw a sign, Have Another Drink! Choke Your Daddy and Exaggerated Crack thought seriously about having Yank Your Daddy drive them home but Twerkxies Like Xerxes EBH3 pointed out that YYD’s dog license wouldn’t fool the SFPD. Oh well, it seemed like a good idea. Tongueless took up the Sword Of Power and humiliated as many of the pack as possible, but none more than himself. One Night Only can be happy thinking about how many of the pack were looking mighty green before the evening ended. Cheers.