BFM #87 - Kind of a Drag
Posted on October 20, 2005
20 October 2005 - I’m really depressed. On Thursday, even though we started at Bob and Barbara’s which has a drag show and which MANY of you have told me is just wonderful and the best time you have since that 6th grade birthday party when you kissed little Scotty Whoever in your best friend’s parents’ hall closet, we did not end at Bob and Barbara’s. So I have STILL not seen the drag show. So, uh, any of you gentlemen would like to come by my place in a dress and heels and lipsynch to some Cher? Anyone?
I’m stuck watching Priscilla Queen of the Desert again, aren’t I? Poo.
Ok, like I said, the night started at Bob and Barbara’s with hashers one by one clogging the sidewalk outside of the bar. The usual suspects were Lunar Digit, Dancing Queen, C*nting Season, Fur Snatcher, Hold the Sausage, Rash, Oral Oh!, freshly back from a wild weekend of yoga, Thumbo Suave, Just Elan and Just Peter, who liked the CYHMNow?/Stacks/Meat Tenderized Philly Hash so much that they came out expecting something just as good from the BFM (ha), Just Jason, Just Fred, and the just-late-enough-to-miss-the-straws E = My Cock Squared and Strap On.
Trail, Part I
Oral Oh! (renamed at the DC Lingerie Run - give me enough beer and get me in lingerie and I’ll rename you whatever you want) (ok, the lingerie’s optional) drew the short straw and took off around the corner. Five minutes later, it occurred to the Mob that perhaps they should follow. And so they did. Around the corner and down 15th street they scampered. Through a few checks, the down into the big subway station on Broad street, the back up again. Then some more checks, then things started looking….familiar. The hare admitted afterwards that she had crossed over her own trail about four times. Hashers ran up and down blocks, asking each other "Did we do this check?" "Wait, which direction did we come from?" "No, wait…um….no, ok, yes, this way! I think." The last marks appeared to be laid smack in the middle of Broad down the median, then trail went left and then according to Just Jason, there it ended with a big "F" on the wall. Not that he told anyone until he finished running past everyone the other way. "Where are you going?" "Oh, uh, there’s a false." And there WASN’T. Thank goodness, we went right back to the bar after that.
Trail, Part II
It was discovered that Bob and Barbara’s had instituted a $5 cover, or possibly always had a cover but no one had ever been sober enough to remember it, so it was decided that the Mob would change venues and head to a bar that was "right around the corner." Forty-five minutes later, on a path that backtracked nearly as much as trail, C*nting Season lead the Mob to Chaucer’s. Fortunately, Cause for Blindness had reached the first bar just in time for the trek. At Chaucer’s, Hareass appeared (coincidence? I have no idea.) and Tastes Like Chicken showed up a bit later. Desperate for beer after the hike, the circle formed up immediately in the upstairs game room.
The Circle
Hare: Oral Oh!
Bar "hare": C*nting Season ("Why don’t we go to Chaucer’s; it’s just around the corner")
First In/Last: In Whole F*cking Mess, Oral Oh! as proxy
Autohashers: Hareass, Cause, and because when one GM Drinks, all GMs drink, Rash Violations: For finding a false and keeping it secret: Just Jason
For looking like twins: Just Elan and Just Fred (it’s UNCANNY, y’all)
For notifying The List of a R*n: Thumbo Suave
For hashing with intention to r*ce: Rash and Cause under the GM rule
Birthdays this week: Thumbo and Cause, and therefore Rash
Upcumming events
Thursday, October 27 - Halloween Costume Hash
Sunday, November 13 –Philly Rollergirls exhibition bout in Camden, 6pm, open skate to follow.
Thursday, January 19th, 2006 - BFM 100th Hash. Email or talk to Rash or E = My Cock Squared if you have any wild ideas.
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