Run #1367 Bah, Let Them Eat Biscotti!

Last Thursday was the Gypsies’ 23^rd Anal Summer Solstice Pagan Fest and White Trash Cookout. Once again as she has done 22 times before Drill Me handled the cooking and as he has for the last few years Dr. Kimble handled the trail; both are adroit at what they do. The pack was gathered at Granada Park in Corte Madera in the shadow of Ring Mt. Dr. K was beside himself since the one of the HOA big shots was playing with her dog and he was not feeling that she was going to love the religious service. With tears in his eyes and a catch in his throat he begged that it be delayed. Tongueless, Mr. Warmth that he is, laughed it off until Fits In kicked him in the spot his nuts used to be. Tongue Depressor and Qaeda Cunt were more interested in Just Lily and sharing treats than T’s pain. One of the bottles of Lagunitas Undercover Shut Down Ale from the Sacred Cooler assuaged his pain. The rest of the pack were pouring down bottles of Lagunitas Citrusinensis and could not have cared less. Tongueless’ Penis was just glad he didn’t needed to act as T’s stunt double. All the hounds were in a happy place with all that grace to sniff around and those treat bags hanging off of FI and T. Cream Chugger has turned Just Lily into a full on hash dog! Early To Bed an Blowing Zydeco brought Just Francis, he of the ears that can pick up Mars, and Just Gigi who is truly a golden girl. Manhole had Mans Best Hole and King Rongjon, who is a dog only in one sense, in his car. GAS and Mr. Bone Jangles even managed to make it to the trail showing the power of Drill Me’s biscotti. Hell, it was an evening for the long lost with even Little John’s Son showing up, no weenie he. Dr. K gathered the pack for a chalktalk pointing out he’d laid a Turkey/Eagle trail and a walkers’ trail and apologized for not having had the time to lay a “stumblers’ trail. Trails were marked with the usual flour and chalk and for those really difficult places toilet paper. With their minds more on Drill Me’s cooking than trail the pack was off and more or less *unning. Trail took the pack and the hounds up from the parking lot and then down the trail into the parking area for the Montessori School and up through the Mariner Green condo complex. Lois Lame ended up meeting a guy she worked with when she worked and they had a fine chat putting her behind. Trail left the complex and headed up Prince Royal. The Turkey/ Walker split came at Constitution Dr. with the gobblers heading off towards Windward Dr. and the walkers continuing on Prince Royal to Endeavor. 5150 cast his lot with Drill Me claiming his rotator cuff injury precluded any activity not directly related to eating or drinking. Those made of sterner stuff found themselves at the trailhead on Westward Dr. and set foot down firmly on the Phyllis Ellington trail which led them steadily uphill, what a surprise. The eagles were even on steeper ground with the Loop trail. Dr. K and Pencil Dick were hanging out where the walkers’ trail had it’s trailhead at Granada Dr. The wind was blowing hard and so were the lungs of the pack moving up on the various rocky trails. Tongue Depressor decided she preferred an off trail route that would make Fits In a rich widow but T decided that valor would be terrible mistake and put his ass to the steep ground and made his was back to Dr. K and PD. One Night Only cuming up the hill and blowing like an Atlantic gale also decided that this would be a proper time to bail. All trails came together at the Ring Mt. Fire Road and worked their way around the water tower at the summit before reaching the spot on the fire road that turned down the steep rocky section that ended in Endeavor. Adopt A Pussy slipped on the rocks and shed some blood in honor of Dr. K’s efforts. Eventually the pack was back together, even Pharma Ho who missed the turn to Granada Park and kept on going. The pack had the park to itself and Drill Me had laid out a table fit for the Gypsies that included her carne asada, chicken and Mexican rice filling for street tacos and the tacos to go with them. There was plenty of guacamole, cheese and sour cream to clog the many arteries present. The Sacred Cooler was wheeled back out and Fits In filled the Sacred Bucket with Cuba libré and had jugs of Yellow Peril as backup. Of course all the food was just a prelude to Drill Me’s home made biscotti that have led to bloodshed over who gets the last one. Bitches Bitch was late to the table having to soak himself in Tech-nu just in case. Dr. K made up for his earlier whining but delivering an outstanding sermon from the Male Missal that included mention of many of those present. Peteophile and GAS discussed their various offspring while lubricating themselves. Mr. BJ was so taken to be back, or so taken by the alcohol, that he signed on do to a trail. Scarlette O’Hairy managed to shoplift some biscotti. King Rongjon was back from Europe and assuming the Sword Of Power swung into action convening the Circle and managing not to kill anyone although it was a near *un thing. Once again Drill Me reminded the pack that they are not worthy, but she doesn’t care. Cheers.