This week started off back over at the West End Tap and Kitchen. TIMMY! And Dung Fu Grip hared. I kinda get the feeling that TIMMY! planned it and Dung Fu acted as the back check bitch.
The trail was ….. dark. We had few more of those numbered back checks, but apparently we’ve learned to count since last week because we were able to find the way this time. We wandered down past Antonelli’s Pond and into Natural Bridges.
Did I mention it was dark? The first liquor check was a bottle of fireball on a foot bridge headed down toward the beach. When it became apparent that the trail headed down to the sand and then back up to the treeline, some hashers thought they could short cut. However, the darkness was concealing a lagoon! The lagoon prevented short cutting, so we all had to trudge through the sand.
Then we headed back up to the road. The more adventurous among us hopped a fence. It was tall and not hooping friendly. The rest of us went around. Then off through the maze that is the Lower West Side. I was glad to have a good group with me when we hit the field at PCS. We all spread out in a line across the field to find the flour. You know, like search parties do when they’re looking for dead bodies.
The second liquor check was down on one of the cliffs, but I didn’t go down. Do you know why? Because every year some asshole gets swept away down there and I don’t feel the least bit sorry for them because there are signs all over the place. I hear it was the apple schnapps that we never found on the Krampus run. I hope you all had fun with that.
We (predictably) ended up at Garfield park. There was beer. We drank it.
Religion was in the parking lot behind Safeway. We have several new transplants! Little Kahuna joined us, his mother hash is in Maddison. We also had Snapping Twat from Austin. She brought Virgin Jeff. He showed us his ass. We also had Virgin Jamie, she made herself come. She told an absolutely awful joke. Twat got her 50 run patch and taught us some dirty sign language. It was Accu’s birthday (Happy Birthday, fuck you).
We were almost ready to go when someone noticed Puff’s brand new shoes! Shouldn’t he know better by now? I guess he figures it’s a way to get more beer at down downs.

See you at Kauboi!

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