Well, I sit here, and vaguely remember through a Bailey's induced haze from
last night a comment made to THFKASchporto that I would attempt to make a
write-up for him, so here goes:
Arrivals started around 1:30, with a vague notion of brunch being
entertained,
but lo, this was not the Deer Park of old, but rather McDeer Park, and so
there
was nothing brunch-like to be found, except for mimosas, which were
consumed.
So around 2pm-ish it was noted by THFKASchporto that we really should be
gathering outside, and so gather we did, including:
THFKASchporto (Hare)
I'll Respect You In The Mourning (Hare)
Title 18, Sec 2324
Ouch, My Cervix
Puppy Love
Kojak Sack
WaterFoul
Bad Lay
Sleepy Head
IRHABIFOMTAFLobotomy
Reach Around
He Needed The Money
ToxicWaste
Tyler of the Forgotten Name
Just Pads
Just Klugh
Just Nancy/Ducky
Just Melissa
Just Andrew
Just Dave
Just Dan
So we were looking good for getting started a 2pm "sharp" (Which apparently
means
to this group closer to the hour mentioned than the one after) when He
Needed The
Money arrived, was accosted by several cell-equipped hashers, and had to
leave
without even getting out of his van to go check on The Claustrophobic
Revolutionary
Penis back at his place. So after another 10 minutes of staring blankly at
each
other, a mark was dropped, (Ker-Splat) a finger was pointed, (What, down the
railroad
tracks again? We did this last year!) and we were off. So down the tracks we
went,
merrily pointing out the play-doh like substance that was mixed up for
marks, when
we got past the Rodney Underpass, and lo, there was a mark saying backcheck
10.
And so back down to McDeer Park we went, and look, there's a sign being held
down
by that first mark, saying that the on-in is at He Needed The Money's House.
And so everyone piled into their cars, and the exodus occured.
Awards and penalties were given, to Kojak Sack for being the FRB, because he
skipped
the trail to start cooking, and also to Kojak Sack for being DFL, because he
went
out to get rolls, but WaterFoul was kind enough to proxy for him. The Hares
were
made to drink, because they didn't make us do so. (A Hash without a Beer
Check?
WTF?) And I was made to drink, because THFKASchporto was impressed that I
sat in
a hot tub. And random people that were still there from the night before
were
made to drink as new-boots even if they didn't hash.
From there it degenerated into hanging out, drinking lots of alcohol let
over
from the night before, trying to get the half-empty hot tub warmed up and
filled
one bucket of boiling water at a time, and wishing He Needed The Money happy
Birthday with their butts.
-Miracle on Blue Street

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