Run #1607 Anal Summer Solstice Pagan Fest and White Trash Cookout

For the umpteenth time Drill Me provided the Gypsies with the benefit of her skills behind the barbie while Dr. Kimble repeated his role as her minion by laying the trail for the Gypsies’ Anal Summer Solstice Pagan Fest and White Trash Cookout. Drill Me has been doing this so long that no one can even remember how long she’s been doing it. Once more the town of Corte Madera provided Granada Park located on Granada, of course the town provided it unknowingly! Parking is at a premium by the tennis courts at the bottom of the hill but the Outbeer managed to find a primo spot from which to dispense the contents of the keg of Lagunitas Island Beats IPA. Okay the actual Summer Solstice was a week away, but Dr. K was off to Europe so Drill Me, in true Gypsies fashion fudged the calendar! One thing about the promise of DM behind the grill, the very idea brings out the old hands. Blowing Zydeco and Early To Bed brought Golden Girl and, with apologies, Francis, who is Moo something! Hearts almost stopped beating when Lois Lame and Scarlette O’Hairy arrived and on time. Apparently, the idea of Drill Me’s signature biscotti even reached ABBA who may or may not have been in either Sweden or South America. Knowing where ABBA is requires an intimate knowledge of extradition agreements! Pencil Dick made it down from Sonoma and Butt Plug Fred and Code For Butt came from the far East, um well, the Eastbay at least! As parking spaces were drained along with the keg, ABBA offered to provide a few spiritual moments for the pack, so with the Male Missal firmly in hand, others, like Wash This Asshole, had other things in hand, provided a sermon that left the pack in a state of grace and in the case of Cuming Mutha, disarray! Dr. K took the podium and gave the pack its marching instructions with an emphasis on avoiding cliffs and other natural and manmade hazards he was taking them over. Trail went down through the trees and into the parking lot by the Montessori School and the baseball diamond then climbing alongside the condos at Marina Green. Prince Royal Dr. felt the galloping tread of the pack. Pavement was eschewed at Westward Dr. in favor of the climb up the Phyllis Ellman Trail. Dr. K felt that sending the pack onto Ring Mt. had a nice ring to it. On All 4s and Backwash made a dynamic duo who actually set foot on dirt, while Tongueless and Fits In, eminently knowledgeable about the area were able to avoid all but the steepness. No One avoided the steepness. Chickenboner was in a world of her own as she fired off snapshot after snapshot while maintaining her balance on the rocky trial. Eventually the Phyllis Ellman Trial collided with the Ring Mt. Fire Road and the pack passed the water tower at the summit. From around the tower it was one fire road to another with the pack turning steeply down the Endeavor Fire Road onto Endeavor Dr. A hop, skip and a jump led the survivors back to Drill Me’s feast and 5150’s arrival. The picnic tables were covered with “table clothes”, only befitting an ANAL event! While DM plied the grill the pack shoved down Vitamin J and washed it down with the piss or Minted Mai Tais from the Sacred Bucket! Eventually the main course was ready, and the pack gorged itself on burgers with or without cheese, sausages, salad, guacamole and for Lois Lame black bean veggie burgers. Of course, every condiment know to Humankind was present. Once the pack was so stuffed they could barely stand, the Bucket did have something to do with that as well, DM unveiled what the pack was waiting for, her chocolate covered biscotti! The manna from heaven flew off the picnic table and as the number of biscotti grew smaller the fists started flying, it was ever thus with Drill Me’s biscotti. Once again alcohol saved the day, most of the fallen heroes fell throwing their punches. Eventually the pack crawled to their cars. The grill fires were doused, and Drill Me and Dr. K were triumphant once more. Cheers.