Run #1480 What’s In a Name
One
Night Only kicked that misbegotten piece of crap 2021 to the gutter
and Who’s Your Daddy
ushered in a hopeful 2022 for the Gypsies.
Knowing what a bunch of wet blankets the Gypsies
are, WYD
brought the pack together at the Stowe Lake Boathouse in Golden Gate
Park. The Outbeer
was little late and by the time it arrived the Alcoholics Unanimous
meeting was getting rowdy, what a surprise! Once the keg of Lagunitas
Contents Under Fresher
was tapped the animals quieted down. The silence was broken by the
insane response to the trail being declared FREE, a hasher’s
favorite word. It seems the less than dynamic duo Tongueless
and Fits In
managed to forget the Hash Cash bag so there was no way to make
change, “FREE” problem solved. While the pack was busy hydrating,
Tongueless
was busy looking of a victim, oops, a Minister to take care of the
religious needs of the pack. He didn’t have to look far since Just
Ted AKA The Other Bastard
proffered his pal Just
Travis visiting from
Portland. Just Travis
filled the bill nicely as he could read, AND he said he knew Brent.
Knowing what was about to happen Just
Fuck Off had a grin
that could light a city as she silently mouthed, “like a lamb to
the slaughter”. Just
Travis would have been
a lamb to the slaughter if the lamb jumped on to the barbie and lit
the coals himself. With the Male
Missal in hand JT
preached a sermon about a Brent” unlike any he knew, well, maybe
not! To say that JT
was getting off on his role would be a lie and not just an
understatement. To get him to stop preaching the book had to be
ripped from his hands! The pack was so moved by JT’s
performance that even Wash
This Asshole was
struck dumb. Our hare missed the experience since he was laying the
trail live and had left before the reading. Chickenboner
filled in for our hare with the chalktalk that consisted of, “Um,
he started in that direction, I think”, what more could the Gypsies
ask for! Trail darted into the woods and led the pack down towards
Crossover Dr. and along Transverse Dr. The Lost
Patrol consisted of,
well, the usual losers with the addition of Closet
Twitcher who had
dropped to his knees and wept at the word FREE.
Only the iron control
of On All 4s
managed to keep Adopt A
Pussy and Backside
Banger from wandering
off in search of food and drink. OA4s
used the word “FREE” like a whip! One thing about WYD
is he doesn’t waste time on concrete if he can avoid it and he
always manages to avoid it. Trail skirted Metson Lake and dropped
deeper into the woods before crossing MLK, Jr. Dr. where, oddly
enough, it headed back into the woods. As trail went uphill Blow
Queen shot by climbing
the hill while hopping. Pied
Piper who was
sidestepping up the hill just shook his head in either awe at BQ’s
fitness or in sadness in BQ’s
lunacy, you can choose for yourself. Chickenboner
who was with the LP
encouraged the gang by acknowledging that this too shall pass. Trail
once more crossed Crossover Dr. and turned uphill at the Mother’s
Meadow Playground where it topped out at Stowe Lake Dr. and led the
pack back to the start. The picnic table was soon festooned with
Vitamin J and the Sacred
Thermi had been filled
with hot chocolate to be topped up from the bottle of Peppermint
Schnapps. Just Tonic
slipped out of his harness and headed straight for the spilled bag of
Cheetos. Exaggerated
Crack and Just
Kate weren’t worried
since like all hashers Just
Tonic was too busy
stuffing himself to *un off. Cuming
Mutha apologized again
for not having his phone so he could be tracked by OA4s.
Adopt A Pussy,
an attorney himself, shook his head saying that the Find My Phone app
is also called the Divorce Lawyer’s Friend. Tongueless
took up the Sword Of
Power and weaving
while waving convened the Circle. After the usual frippery Just
Travis was called up
for a down-down that turned into a naming. The pack settled, or so it
seemed, on Brent To Own and Just
Travis knelt before
the Sword
and rose as Brent To Own then AAP
screamed no, no, no, Brent
To Bone the pack went
wild and the service was repeated, Just
Travis became Brent
To Bone, newest member
of the Gypsies’
Order of the Sleepless
Knights. Dr.
Kimble decided that
he’d over imbibed when he thought he saw a ghost but no, it was
Likes To Lick
in SF on business from Austin and back at his old stomping ground,
the Gypsies!
Manhole
decided that LTL
was a valid excuse for emptying the keg and it did die heroically
just as WTA
tried to squeeze out the last drop. It was a fine way to start the
new year! Cheers.