Hash Trash for Trail #653 – Can I get an On-on!?

The pack assembled in the K-Mart parking lot on either side of what turned out to be Pit Road for the K-Mart 500, as an incredible number of bargain hunters careened across the Gills Creek bridge and through the circle.  Veggietail and NN Jeff gave us the skinny on the marks to expect and promised us party favors on trail.  After the requisite interlude/pretrial topoff, the pack set out along a well-marked trail that led through the neighborhoods off Jackson Boulevard to a brief patch of shiggy wherein we found beer, water, schnapps, cherries soaked in rum, chocolate cake, and party favors:  hats, bubble rings, compass rings (although as Orville discovered, the compasses were not as useful as they might have been since they always pointed in one direction – I know, you’re going to say, compasses always point in one direction:  North.  Well, the one Orville had always pointed West, no matter which way SHE was pointing).  After a short second leg (made shorter than the hares intended because we saw them coming right back past us after having laid an initial diversion) we circled up on Pit Road.  Since Bashful, the wanker, was AWOL, yours truly, FM the GM, stepped in as the stunt Religious Advisor and led the circle in toasting the hares, FRB and DFL, and our visitor, NN Amoy, who says despite being an avid tennis player, hashing was on her bucket list.

After the weakest “Head? Who Said ‘Head’?” in living memory and a much more rousing alibi chorus, the Circle ended with “Swing Low” led by Chips and the pack headed to Eric’s San Jose for On-After and a Mismanagement Meeting.

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