Spirits

December 29, 2007

I was seriously thinking about blowing off the hash at Spirits last Saturday, in favour of trimming my Bonsai. Then I recalled it was to be Duct Tape’s first attempt at haring in Hogtown. Being naturally curious and more than a tad masochistic I wanted to see how bad it could get. At least he would have Hogtown trail guru Birdbrian at his disposal to provide sober second thought.

Arriving at Spirits it was nice to see that at least some of the gang had dried out from the previous evenings Hogan’s hash. I was also pleased to see Mad Mountain Mangina back from the wilds of BC, Dapper Sapper back from the wilds of Saskatoon, and serious backslider Nadia Cumaneatme who may... or may not be knocked up. Also in da house was decidedly obsessively compulsive Just Donna from Hell-ifax.

Outside, chalk talk was interrupted when Snowblower and AARPenis, visiting from Brooklyn, crashed our little party. After hugs and kisses all around, the pack took off up Church Street, behind the Manulife building and down into the Rosedale Valley. It was here that I was informed by shy and demure Fuckerware that internationalist Drinks like a Girl got her a 40% discount on her new shoes at the House of the Great Satan. Will they ever learn?

Down in the valley I don’t remember much except the yellow jacket of FRB Black Widow disappearing into the distance while I was busy giving Snowblower and AARPenis a tour of the backyards of some of the finer Rosedale homes. Eventually we found the beer check at the top of some mofo hill underneath a mysteriously placed bridge.

As consideration was being given to holding an outdoor circle, sympathetic GM Wet ’n Dirty took pity on a moist and shivering Humpday and sent the gang back to Spirits. Of course even she didn’t realize that the trail was far from finished. Apparently in Burma or Myanmar or whatever godforsaken place Duct Tape learned to hash, it’s totally acceptable to run a 4 kilometre Bataan death march back to the on in. So much for sober second thought!

Back at Spirits, down downs were handed out to visitors and backsliders as usual. In the absence of Rose Eh, Sweet Cheeks and Shadow were brought forth for whining. In fact had there been enough beer available I think our normally resolute GM would have brought the entire pack forward for wearing her down. Co-hare Duct Tape proved that he’s no dummy and slipped out the backdoor halfway through the circle while Fuckerware and Drinks like a Girl (for complicity) both a drank out of her new Asics.