2003-Feb-05
Hares: A Yellow River Runs Through It, Meet My Beaver & the twins
Hounds: 22
I say that every hash trash I write is going to be my last, but I just can't help myself!
And, I don't want to disappoint my throng (that's throng-not thong!) of fans. So, here's this week's installment.
Welcome to Deland, where it's a city ordinance that you can't back your car into a parking space. WTF?!? Who comes up with this crap? We met at The Blind Pig, after we all parked our cars the right way, of course. Hares away promptly (not) at 7:30-ish with the pack following 10 minutes later. I don't know about anybody else, but I felt like I was on vacation. All the streets were named after states.Georgia, Delaware, Wisconsin, Alabama, etc. Is anybody else feeling a little jet lag today?
Lots of checks kept the pack together.for a little while anyway. However, the slow bastards (namely Cockpit, Crotchduster & Big Gulp) got detained by a crazy man and his junkyard dog. Okay, not really, but it sounds like a good excuse. Much better than, "we got lost" (and, FYI-we weren't really lost-we were just ranging in the wrong direction). The trail consisted of 99.8% pavement with one little patch of obligatory shiggy. We wandered through the streets of Deland, through church parking lots, past Fraternity houses. Fraternity houses."Crotch, you go ahead.Big Gulp and I will catch up. We have to.do.something."
Ended up at Teet's, one of Deland's finest drinking establishments (they're one of the finest because they still like us). The owner could hardly contain his excitement and told us over and over and over again how glad he was to see us. He took several group photos of us, but we all know what he was really focusing on.Beaver & the twins. Circled up in the back parking lot, where all of the cars were parked facing forward in their spaces, thank goodness. There's nothing worse than a bunch of hoodlums backing into their parking spaces.
We drank and we sang and we ate FREE chicken wings (this is something a hasher could get used to), and then we went home. On-f*cking-On!
-Cockpit