Note: The ever-clever H2HO didn't seem up to the long drive out to Misery-saga, so all of you poor people will have to put up with F.L.A.B.'s rambling writing yet again. You have been warned.

The pack gathered at the stately home of Animal House. Some began by guzzling beer. Others spent their time more wisely - sussing out the expansive accommodations with an eye for moving the analversary venue to this place. Truly, the house was huge. A grand kitchen, 3-4 living rooms (no kidding), 4 or 5 large bedrooms that would easily sleep 10 people each, plus the hidden bedroom that could take another 10, at least 5 bathrooms, and a cavernous hall in the basement which would work really well as a band/dance hall. I think we should seriously work on getting Animal House to let us use this place for a really big party!!!!

After sufficient beer was drunk, and some of Moist Leatherette's home-grown peaches were eaten, the pack circled up outside for some chalk talk and introductions. Two visitors announced themselves; Joy Stick from Oakville (though I don't think he counts) and Just Nelanda from Chicago (...I used to work in Chicago...). And the pack was off.

The trail was typical suburbia. After winding us through some peaceful residential streets (where I lost sight of pretty much everyone but Shampoo and Rose Eh), the hare teased us by running the trail past a *closed* beer factory/outlet. After that, it was on to the picturesque waterfront of Lake Ontario, where most people shortcut like crazy. I glimpsed the bouncing curls of Giggles through the foliage and knew where to short cut too. On-on to a busy intersection.

Here the pack finally rebelled and decided to make it's own beer check. Bum Steer and MoonMan scouted out a quaint little German Beer Garden/Cowboy Bar, where golden nectar was ordered and consumed. I took pity on Moist Leatherette and decided to short cut back to see if I could find her and bring her to the Beer. After much searching, I found her. She told a great story of being side tracked by Hippocratic Oaf, who on the pretext of some earlier injury, gave up and went home. Moist Leatherette followed him all the way back to the hair's lair before realizing her mistake. It was an enjoyable story. I wonder if Shampoo will believe it?

After our self-made beer check, we ambled back to the hare's palace. Along the way, Moist Leatherette pointed out to me the oddest of homes. We waved at the security camera, then stood admiring the arches, gargoyles, and turrets. We all agreed that the owner of the home must have some perverse Buffy/Dracula fixation.

At the on-in, we drank beer, ate chips, and ordered Pizza. A half-assed circle was convened and the hare was violated for not having planned a beer check. Much was made of Just Rob's natural talent for yelling on-on and running for miles without the benefit of any visible flour. This, of course, called for a naming. After some serious brain churning, we came up with "Rob, Me Blind". Rose Eh so loved this one that no other options were considered, and so Rob Me Blind was christened. The pizza arrive and was speedily consumed. Then pretty much everyone adjourned to the party at Ice Fucket's house, where more beer was drunk and some naked swimming was done - but that is another story.

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