Brazen Head Pub

January 22, 2008

Returning from New York after offing the brokeback dude, I decided to drop by Tuesday’s Full Moon Hash at the Brazen Head Pub in Liberty Village. That area sure has changed since my last visit. Back in the day the only thing going for it was the delightful smell from the Dempster’s Bread Factory. Now it’s got that AND a Goodlife.

It was a small but enthusiastic, all male crowd that greeted me as I stepped off the elevator on the third floor. I was most surprised to see Sumo who had been relieved of child rearing duties for the night. Apparently the new baby is already potty trained, knows how to feed herself, and can fetch beers for Daddy. Soon she’ll be working on a cure for cancer and solving the problems in Iraq.

As Shadow whinged about having to rush his pre-hash pint, the rest of the boys headed down for chalk talk. With Wet ‘n Dirty home watering her plants, Humpday assumed the mantle of GM. Hare Shampoo was invited to give instructions which were followed by introductions. Apparently there were 5 people named “Shadow” present. (Okay dude, it was funny the first time...now, not so much.)

After chalk talk the gang headed north. Approximately 90 seconds later Doo Hickey broke Shadow’s record for being lost on trail in the shortest amount of time. That was the last we saw of him until Wet Spot phoned him to come to the Beer Check. I must say that I can sympathize with him. Marks were harder to find than City employees on Friday afternoons. What marks weren’t covered in snow had been neatly shovelled off the sidewalk by the tidy inhabitants of Little Portugal.

While Wet Spot and Birdbrian shared tales of boners past and present, Humpday lead the pack up Dovercourt and down Ossington. This was even more impressive when you consider that he was suffering from either a broken rib or the world’s worst case of nipple burn (most likely both).

As the FRB sped blindly past the beer check, the peloton strolled into the Dakota and ordered their just reward. Eventually everyone checked in, leaving only Doo Hickey to drive back from the On In. The Dakota is in a dark, dingy basement. In other words, perfect for hashers. As we were leaving Doo Hickey claimed his right to be bitchy and refused to drive any other hashers back to the On In; a boner numbing, 20 plus minute jog away.

Landing back at the Brazen Head it was nice to see that Moist Leatherette had arrived. At least she was able to drink the beer that Shadow passed up by going home directly from the beer check. Sumo too had to split as his daughter needed help with her calculus homework.

After Humpday meted out a few well deserved down downs (curiously, mainly to himself) the rabble chowed down on burgers and yummy smashed potatoes.