August 28 2007

There is something to be said about arriving at the start of a hash 20 after the usual "20 after" start. That way you can avoid most of the nasty bits like checks and YBF's and march straight to the BC. (Yep... it only took me 3 years to figure that out.) As hash scribe though, it makes it a challenge to come up with enough fodder for a trash. I do know however that something strange happened on trail, as it was Moist Leatherette who led a gaggle of harriers into the beer check at the Alpine Tavern on Kingston Road. Musta been a full moon.

Arriving at Mullins Pub I slipped on my kicks and threw my dry bag behind the bar before heading out on a tour of Glen Stewart Park and the Upper Beach.  Eventually the trail led into the Quarry and back down to the Alpine where the bemused barflies greeted us like the freaks we are.

It's been a long time since we were last at the Alpine. In fact most of us admitted that we hadn't been there since we reached the age of majority. Let's just say the Alpine was always known for its ummm... relaxed door policy. The regulars seem to have a good memory however as one of them returned, with interest, the $2 he borrowed from Wet Pussy in 1976.

As we were in good company, and they sold draught by the tray, it was decided to have down down's right there on the patio. As usual our Co Gm's failed to show. I truly believe that they are ashamed to be seen with us.... and who can blame them! In their absence Moist Leatherette acted as temporary GM and quickly earned the respect of the lads with her quick wit, acerbic tongue, and 8 foot whip.

Down down's were handed out to the hare Shampoo, Humpday for being late, and COD for being an all around nice guy or sumpin. A special down down was awarded to Dr. Zeuss for admitting he'd never heard the expression MILF and then turning it into a three syllable word. Really... sometimes that guy makes Miss Teen South Carolina look like fricken Einstein.

Heading back along Kingston Road we were intercepted by Wet 'n Dirty who decided she didn't mind being seen with us after all... especially after drinking half a crate of Corona. Sweet Cheeks too showed up back at Mullins. Apparently he had graciously volunteered to do some printing for the anniversary weekend and had been overcome by the smell of mimeograph fluid.