BFMH3-144 - Longest Beer Check Ever
Posted on November 23, 2006
I don’t know if police officers don’t visit as many bars as stereotypes suggest, or if they enjoy watching civilians scramble about the city searching for that elusive hole in the wall. Either way, my suggestion is to ask the wino on the corner instead of your local man in blue, or yellow as the case may be. Anyway, I’m too green at this to waste your time with senseless babble.
Speaking of senseless babble, the hash met this week at Mace’s Cross. Due to the holiday (something to do with the English raping and pillaging the Indians), we met at 10:00 am. Now I’m sorry but I must digress once more. For the record the time was set for 10:00 am SHARP; however, it was about as sharp as Can You Hear Me Now?’s wit on a long trail. By 10:30 Virgin Pimp, Two Clump Chump, Beagle, Scooby Snatch, and Can You Hear Me Now? rolled into the tiny establishment.
Can You Hear Me Now? volunteered to lay trail, and promptly led off, while the hashers secured their bags in Scooby Snatch’s car. The pack, and - by pack I mean all four of us - dashed off in a passive attempt to catch the hare. After some confusion around Philadelphia Community College and a park bench injury, the trail steered back down Broad Street. After some hashers stopped to give directions, (never a good idea to ask a hasher for directions) the pack was split up. The trail headed down an abandoned alley turned south and led to a Beer Check.
Now hashers usually have a good sense when it comes to finding beer, but this mark had us stumped. After much meandering, we determined the beer check was in the newly painted building on the corner, Dirty Frank’s. The hash waited for Virgin Pimp and Scooby to find their way, but they never came. After about three beers apiece we decided we may as well to try and locate the two missing hashers (especially since Scooby had our bags). We headed back to Mace’s and found them resting comfortably (both the hashers and the bags).
RA Scooby Snatch, ran the circle, while a woman and a strange man smoking a cigar watched on…
Hare: Can You Hear Me Now?
First In/Last In: Two Clump Chump/Beagle, Scooby/Virgin Pimp – Pretty much a social
Accusations:For Peeing on Trail: Virgin Pimp, Two Clump Chump – Not together or at the same time, I swear.
With that circle closed, the hash drank some more and Mace himself bought us beer, and told us the origins of the bar’s name; something to do with National Geographic and a very large Penis? Much later Mulva and Lunar Digit dropped by for a drink or two.
On On,
Two Clump Chump
Overheard at the Hash:
Passer-By: Are you waiting for the Parade?
Beagle: Yea the Mummers’ Parade.
Bar Patron: Who are these People?
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