Run #1194 - A Sailor's Life for Me!

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As a consequence, there were "unfamiliar" marks. Something about FO, for ON, a boad meant a check, and a reef was a check back. Quite a change from the regular marks, and the embarrassment of calling "Fuck Off", each time we went by a mark. But, the weather was good (by Calgary standards), and the pack was off in search of these funny marks.

The circle began with announcement, visitors, archives, and new boots. Yes, we had some of those. Snevil did a fine job of keeping the rowdy folks under control with her captivating methods.

After initial confusion, a few marks were found that indicated we were on. We were in the nether regions on the northwest, where you can't see the mountains, there are no trees, the roads all go in circles and you have to keep an eye out for coyotes.

The trail was fine. Marks here, marks there, and even some you could see. A very small amount of flagging , only visible with night vision goggles, was placed at critical points on trail. Through the desolation of new neighbourhoods, we kept on trail, looking for the elusive marks.

That was all fine and good until the "critical check". The critical check was where the pack split into two factions:

1. The ones that knew where Knobby lived, and were not afraid to hop a fence or two, risk their lives crossing Country Hill Blvd, and make it to the grog first.
2. The "true trail" bastards, who ran down hill, then across, the up hill, prior to ending up at the grog stop. How foolish.

From the Grog Check, it was an easy run back to the pub, where the real festivities began.

We truly enjoy the ambience of Moustache Pete's. Good beer, good food, and a nice fire place to warm up by. The Hash Cashers were "engaged", doing the finest job of hash cash collection that could be imagined. Between reminding folks that paying was a good thing, and filling up their beer glasses, it was an intensive effort to make sure that just enough cash was collected. Now the down down's could begin.

Sticky Lips was in her black robe commanding the attention of the group. That "tap tap" thing with the little wooden mallet was quite cute, But it was effective, and the show begins.

• Down Downs for the hares, for setting such a fine trail
• Down Down's for those that had milestones, such as Kawky and....
• There were new boots, archives and visitors
• P'Tooie and Hot Dog were given a double headed hash shit as a parting gift. Just what they need on their sailboat.

Apparently, there was a small problem with the volume of the TV, compared to the volume of the Hash Choir. But, there was beer, it was drank, and it was over.

Best run ever, out of Moustache Pete's. They should really get a better TV sound system, because I could still hear the hash singing over that distraction.

On On!
Skewbic Hair

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