Run #1683 Not All Turkey’s Gobble!
The Hash Gods have kept the rain away on Thanksgiving from their favorites, the Gypsies, for 31 years and they didn’t let the Gypsies down for year 32! CSI did the honors of setting trail, wow, a turkey AND an eagle. CSI did all the work planning and setting the trails but Manhole made sure to cop some credit by going back over them on that morning. The only weather issue was wind, it was roaring! Once the Outbeer was parked and the keg of was tapped, the pounding of the pints began and the finger pointing and lusting looks of the locals warmed the cockles of Gypsy hearts! Warmed cockles were all that Buttplug Fred and Cock-A-Mole had since they were resplendent in shorts and goosebumps! Cock-A-Mole led the religious service for the Gypsies by preaching on family, speaking of love from the Family Missal! Once again, the civilians’ attention was rapt! MH pounded a pint then blew off to home and hearth leaving CSI to face the possible wrath of the pack. The piss was flowing and the pack seemed less than interested in facing the knife sharp wind, but nothing could hold Blow Queen back so off he sped with Hose Blower and the rest of the overachievers in hot pursuit. CSI led a more graceful group, Code For Butt and Wham Bam Thank You Tam off on a turkey trot. Tongueless and Fits In still wracked by clogged lungs and coughing fits stayed in the Outbeer out of the wind. They excused themselves by saying they would assure that latecumers left on trail. Their choice was proved right as Lois Lame and then Wash This Asshole arrived late. Eagles and turkeys both found trail at the Coastal Trailhead and the eagles loved the climb past Battery Townsley up to Wolf Ridge with an optional stop at the Hill 88 Radar Base. BQ encouraged Tears Of Semen to keep pace, but the bruises hardly show, no harm no foul! Hose Blower needed no encouragement on the long uphill stretch, his pounding heart set the pace WBTYT refers to the sound as the “Tell Tale Heart” ala Poe. The saner members of the pack CFB, CSI, and WBTYT saved hearts and lungs by staying lower on the Coastal Trail and following it down not up. Somewhere LL joined them, it can pay to be late. They were the FRB’s. First in from the regulars was Do Her Well who was thrilled to find herself with the wind freezing her sweat while she waited for Just Doesn’t Get It to arrive with the car key, oops! Eventually the pack was reunited and once again sisterhood showed its power by DHW and WBTYT hauling the keg over to a picnic table while the rest of the pack moved the Vitamin J and Sacred Bucket filled with FI’s patented Bloody Marys. In an attempt to save the collective throats of the pack there was no hot sauce. Things were made sweeter by WTA’s homemade brownies, quite outstanding. The wind kept up but the sun provided warmth as did all the alcohol. Honoring the day T took up the Sword Of Power and delivered down-downs that led to BQ and HB locking lips and T having tongues in both ears. Eventually the turkeys all trotted off. Yes, another typical Thanksgiving for the Gypsies!
On In!