BFM #43
Posted on December 16, 2004
16 December 2004: Thursday the Mob met at Doc Watson’s Pub, Eleventh Street near Walnut, despite the enervating cold. The constant Rash prepared the straws, leaving it to your correspondent for the presentation. It came down to two, and the lucky winner was an Atlanta visitor, Everqueer, who never hared live before, and who knew nothing about the geography of this city.
Not ten seconds later, Strap On and E=MC2 arrived, and E heroically and maniacally volunteered to co-hare with the southern stranger. With a loud ‘adieu’ they were off. The Mob followed five minutes later.
E’s much, much better half, Strap On, picked up trail heading west toward Broad. At a check south on Broad the Mob spread out, found a false, and eventually regrouped. The remainder numbered three: Strap On, your correspondent, and Little Red Riding Wood. The rest of the lot fell away and headed back to the bar. Us three traveled south, following the flour, which was a surprising iridescent green.
Everqueer and his fanatical co-hare’s trail led south, then south, and then further south. Riding Wood said she heard E say trail would “go around the stadiums.” Close. Trail stretched as far as Tasker and Seventh, about twenty blocks from the bar.
Without the benefit of a full out Mob, we remainders stuck together, especially through the iffier neighborhoods. And through the much, much nicer neighborhoods, including a whole block where we ran under a roof of Christmas lights suspended above the street from opposite houses.
At every check we split up silently like trained SEALs on reconnaissance, each taking a direction, none of us ever believing the trail could go any further south, always being surprised. We were in Pat’s and Geno’s neighborhood. At every check we waited for each other to regroup, and, thanks to sturdy sneakers, we made it back in one piece.
The trail dropouts were at the bar, as were a variety of auto hashers, including Deep Flute, Just Tyler, and his friend Just Sean. Just Kate, who was seen on trail, was there with the dude she came with. As pitchers were pricier than expected, the Mob removed itself to the Locust Bar around the corner.
There we circled up for a fast and quiet circle, led by Rash and the maniacal E. The hares were duly dissed, First In was Cheap Show and Last In was Rash. The three true trail hashers were exempted from these particular dishonors. The auto hashers were next, and then came the Atlanta visitor, who, by the way, knows Hatrick, who, some may recall, wrapped her blouse around her waist at the Formal Run BFM 30.
E started a new tradition - give the visitor three options: tell a joke, sing a song, or show a body part. Fortunately Everqueer opted for number one and asked us, “Where is the one place on a blonde’s body where you’ll find dark hair?” The answer: “Between her teeth.” And with that he did his down down.
On the accusations, Bums’ Urine accused She Man of technology on trail (a cell phone), and so Everqueer was thrown in the circle for the same reason, as he had deployed a GPS on trail to measure how far he traveled with the maniacal E. (Far). Just Sean was accused for walking from the circle during the auto hash down down, and so Just Tyler, who was responsible for Just Sean, was dragged into the circle as well. Nut Cruncher had no comment.
The circle, which began quietly and quickly with respect for the bar patrons who were already there, grew louder and longer, but not overly so. In time, Rash wished the hash to go in piece, and dat was dat. This small, intimate crew had a good time.
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