Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Hare: The new JMs (Tit Totaller and Fire in the Pie Hole)
Start: 94th and Broadway
On-In: 1020 Bar,
Scribe: Finger F***ed
The first trail of the new JM’s reign of terror was set for Cinco de Mayo, so instead of drinking sh*tty Mexican beer or tequila in excess, I found myself meeting a decent-sized pack at 94th and Broadway for a trail that was destined for greatness. The chalk talk included instructions about flour, and knowing our JMs it was clear where this was headed.
The pack was given our instructions, and was sent west in search of trail (which in my mind is the opposite direction of where we would be headed). Down into
As I suspected at the start, we then made our way into
While a touch crowded, the bartender begrudgingly supplied us with beer and pizza came to feed the ravenous horde. Circle was called, and the offenders among us were punished.
The hares, naturally. The trail did not involve nearly enough hills or stairs.
Visitors – sorry I missed your names.
Virgins – too many of you to catch your names. But come back again soon!
The three people in the crowd wearing
DBB for saying you can tell an Englishman by wearing black socks. He was wearing white socks. God Save the Queen indeed.
Hardy, for assuming our illustrious JM Fire in the Pie Hole was looking for money, on the basis of his Scottishness.
Fireman Tim doesn’t get to run up enough stairs saving lives at his dayjob, so he decided to run up a few more for no reason at all.
A limo rider yelled out “on-on” at the pack on trail, so the oldest and richest hasher was made to drink. I don’t recall who it was.
And finally, AOTW was granted to Ow My Balls, for his previously mentioned acrobatics. Good show!
The beer continued to flow, and the bar grew progressively louder. I went off into the night for the long subway ride home.