|the family that drinks together stays together|
It was hot. SUPER hot. We could have scrapped the dashes of flour and put down uncooked Pillsbury biscuits instead - they would have baked in that sun. And we wouldn't have been able to eat them because it was TOO FUCKING HOT for biscuits (and it's gross to eat ground-biscuits anyway).
|It's either a turkey or someone's hand met an untimely end in a 1920's style gang shooting.|
over a footbridge, along the river,
past some horses,
|tee hee! that tickles.|
and finally to a beer stop! How long has it been since we've had a beer stop?! And at a really cool bar, at that. There were hundreds of old books strapped to the walls and old candles forming some impressive wax-drip sculptures. All the kinds of things you'd want to be looking at while getting drunk on gigantic schops of beer.
|beer time, time for beer.|
The walkers got a bit lost, "as per usual" according to Sir Ladybug. Tough day to get lost - they missed the beer stop completely.
We all managed to meet back up at the house on time to start our circle. There were three namings to take care of: Michael, Meghann and Raul.
- Michael was affectionately named "Texas BJ Assacre", an homage to his Texan roots and love of oral sex.
- Miss Meghann was baptised "Long Hornstar", also a reference to Texas, but mostly a nod to her sexy sexy bod.
- Raul let slip that he works for a bank. A respectable career, but not if you're taking "Bi-Weekly Deposit"s
|drink it down down down down down down down down down down down down down|
|unruly Hashers and obedient Virgins|
It was the kind of Hash that makes you happy to be a part of the Hash family. I, for one, am extremely grateful for such fine folk - it doesn't even matter that you're all sloppy slobbering alcohol abusers. I love you anyway!