Run #1390 Not Their First Rodeo!
Last
Thursday was the Gypsies’ Anal Thanksgiving Trotting of the
Turkeys, their 26th. As per usual the Hashing Gods
smiled on their favorites and rain went someplace other than Rodeo
Beach in Sausalito. Once again the trail was laid by that able duo
Scarlette O’Hairy the brains and Peteophile the
muscle. The pack was pleased that they were laying the trail knowing
that it meant a morning with a mimosa check and baked goods.
Thanksgiving is of course about family and how to avoid them but 5150
just thinks of family as “more growlers for me” so he brought as
many as he could! Just Stacey was there with a checklist of
Children of the Growler and Just Gabby, 5150’s first
born brought Just Anuhea her baby to break her in on Gypsies
and growlers, HerAssic Park was there to make sure that no
growler went unfilled and to fill herself full of the Lagunitas
Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’. Not a toddler but definitely a
tippler Sperm Donor made it over from EastbayH3 to be
sacrificed on the Gypsy altar by Fleshlight and Golden
Snowball. Sperm Donor held the pack and civilians in the
palm of his hand as he preached long and hard from the Male
Missal, his voice thundered to the heavens pleasing the Hashing
Gods. Our hares provided a chalktalk that wished the pack well, told
them there was a drink check, and sent them off Eagles and Turkeys
alike to find trail. The Eagles soared from the start as they climbed
straight up from the parking lot. The Turkeys in the mean time were
treated to a remake of Chariots of Fire or at least Strollers of Fire
as Just Gabby and The Cunt Next Door with Just
Rosalie aboard streaked off along Bunker Road before turning up
the Coastal Trail hub to hub. TCND was stunned to hear Just
Rosalie’s first word and even more stunned that it was, “Mush”
as TCND shoved the stroller up the hill. While the Turkeys
gobbled up trail the Eagles were getting nosebleeds as they climbed
the Coastal Trail from the other side, the steep and deadly side! CSI
wondered aloud if she would get ALL the mimosas this year as she
could almost hear those Eagles fall from the sky, or so she claimed.
Our hares set Battery Townsley as the place to hold their check not
least because Peteophile could ride his ebike up from the
parking lot with the champagne, orange juice and pumpkin cake slung
in the saddlebags. The Turkey laid claim to the first of the mimosas,
only fitting on Thanksgiving. Golden Snowball was the first of
the Eagles to the Battery once again proving that feeling along the
trail in Braille she was still faster than the boys in the band.
Bitches Bitch wasn’t far behind her since for a change he
didn’t need to go back and rescue anyone. Do Her Well now
pins the car keys to her tights so Just Doesn’t Get It has
to follow closely if he hopes to get home. The check had great view
towards the ocean. Tongueless and Tongueless’ Penis
were honored to look out towards the water and see Penis Rock, well,
in fairness Tongueless’ Penis has more right to lay claim to
the rock formation. Fits In stared at the rock for a moment
then looked at T and laughed uproariously. Even Tongue
Depressor and Qaeda Cunt had to use their paws to suppress
a laugh. Having toasted the day the pack was off and back to the
start. The picnic tables were all available, civilians having learned
to avoid the Gypsies on Thanksgiving. The Sacred Bucket
was filled with Fits In’s patented Bloody Marys and the
Vitamin J set out. Cockulus Oculus actually supplied veggies
and dip that Blow Queen ate before realizing they might be
healthy! Tears Of Semen told him that’s what he gets for
being grabby. Once Pied Piper finally got in he made sure to
offset any foolish notions of health foods with plenty of chocolate.
Cream Chugger brought The King’s Bitch who, while
missing the King, found Tongueless a good substitute where
treats were concerned. Like all good Gypsies bims, two AND
four legged, her affection is for sale. A veritable phalanx of
Gypsies kept Lois Lame away from the Dave’s Insanity
Ghost Pepper Sauce remembering last year when she added it to the
Bucket. T took up the Sword of Power and
managing not to kill or maim anyone convened the Circle and dispersed
the Bloody Mary down-downs. Lois Lame is going to have to
think long and hard about that celery stalk that ended up in her eye.
Cheers.