Start: 28th &
Hares: Too Long, Flaccido Domingo, Booty Call
Beer check madness by Booty Call
On-in: Spring Lounge, Spring & something Little Italy-like
Scribe: Mean Jean
Long in the tooth
With the Bollocks in
The Long and winding road
In due course, the hares sent us packing. West I believe, for just a block before heading back east. The first devilish check appeared at
Long time coming
After Stuy Town, a meander (not sure if you can call it a meander when it was one of Too Long’s magnificently straight line trail sections but I’ll use poetic license here ) through the East Village took us across Tompkins Square Park and into Doc Holidays where Booty Call met us with pitcher in hand. The beer check was greeted with glee as per usual. Booty Call looked as though he’d been having his glee straight up in a shot glass for a while waiting for our arrival but what else is new.
The Long and the short of it
We left the beer check—leaving Booty Call alone with 2 full pitchers and only Alice yet to arrive—to make our way to the chicken/eagle split. Booty Call had warned that the eagle was definitely longer but that it probably the easier trail to find. HA!, said I, I fear no difficulties on the path to less running. We were also warned that we should barrel through things if necessary. Hmmm! Memories of Bottom and HUA’s infamous “Punk Rock” trail a couple of years back where hash marks brought us through impassable buildings, closed schools, and solid rock. The chicken trail went rather directly west across St Mark’s Place to a check at
Why can’t we all just get aLong?
I played duck-and-cover when I spotted a work colleague sitting at the bar at Spring Lounge, hoping that I would just blend in with the odorama that was “we the pack.” We took up position at the end of the bar and into the back room, stationed just a little too close for comfort to the bathrooms. The Spring Lounge on a Sunday is a real neighborhood bar and was pretty well packed even before we arrived. We found that many of the harriettes (WC, Got Wood?, Slip and Slide, etc) had arrived back from the mountainous retreat to join us for the on in, regaling us with stories of flues and full contact Cranium.
I think Flaccido and Booty Call had laid down enough cash and good will every Friday for the last two years to get us a decent deal at the bar. It’s good to know being a drunk pays off in the end! Down downs started with word that the missing hare, Booty Call, was last heard from doing a pub crawl from the beer check to the on in, so waiting for him was a non-starter. That said, he arrived just in time to get his haring down down along with Too Long and Flaccido. Booty Call had to stay up for keeping his hat on (god knows he need another drink). The virgins and visitors got theirs followed by Virgin Phal drinking out his pristine pair of shoes. Ed Lynch drank for appearing on the chicken trail… or was that for appearing like a chicken. I should check my notes. Finally AOTW to the hares for picking the most crowded bar in NYC for the on in.
Anyhoo, much pizza arrived and we drank for a pretty decent amount of time before the end of hash cash so I’ve got nothing to complain about. I wasn’t up for a Long night anyway.