Run #1532 Another Year Older and Deeper in Debt!
2022 died dank and 2023 opened the same way. Cuming Mutha took note of the Gypsies being favorites of the Hashing Gods and assumed that they would smile on the Gypsies; so, kicked off 2023 with a trail from 25th Ave. and Lincoln in Golden Gate Park. Thanks to the storms 25th Ave. at Lincoln was blocked but since cars could be parked on Lincoln the pack just stepped a smidge further in traffic before stepping into the park. The pack stepped back onto the street to partake of the keg of Lagunitas IPA snug in the Outbeer. No one was seriously injured standing in the road pounding piss, so the evening was off to a good start. Backwash was the last to play Frogger getting across Lincoln and our hare marked the new year by reciting a limerick from Oz. The limerick involved a young man’s bottom and for some reason Wash This Asshole was a tad twitchy. Our hare promised the pack that the trail would be easily followed, flat and well-marked; Exaggerated Crack’s eyes rolled like fruit in a slot machine. Spirits lifted by the promise of a new year and not having been drowned in the latest atmospheric river the pack lopped off in search of CM’s promised marks. Who’s Your Daddy abandoned the idea waiting for Chickenboner who was cuming by bus in favor of finishing the trail as fast as possible in case it started raining again forcing him continue drinking while damp! CM turned the park into his wet playground sending the pack on trails that they could turn into slip and slides. There is an ugly rumor that money changed hands when Tongueless made it back alive! The trail was well marked even when it crossed grassy areas not that people didn’t sink into the grass. Pied Piper managed to not need to do the backstroke as we passed the local lakes. As usual Blow Queen shot past the slowpokes but the way he was flapping his arms there was some concern whether he would make it off the taxiway! Manhole rejoiced at his ability to remain upright and not give up either of his shoes to the mud! As trail headed in the general direction of Sperm Alley Dr. Kimble thought carrying Backwash piggyback would be a safety factor but happily for his back the trail turned long before BW might have been useful. Trail came to an end and still there was no rain to prevent the consumption of more alcohol and copious amounts of Vitamin J. The keg was hauled onto a flat spot and the Cloak of Invisibility covered it, not that any sane member of the SFPD would have bothered even looking at the band of ragamuffins in the trees. Fits In provided Sacred Thermi filled with rum hot toddies and suddenly all was right with the world. One Night Only partook minimally before realizing just how cold she actually was and what a splendid idea it would be to go somewhere warm. Never let it be said that there are no rational people in a Gypsies pack! Of course, the majority of the pack laughed uproariously at the very idea of rationality and just kept consuming the alcohol while the trees dripped on them. What a splendid way to welcome a new year and how Gypsies like! Cheers.
On In!