Hares: Phi Pee Licker and Poopy the Fruit Dick Slayer
Hounds: Amanta, Anything Goes, Butthole Whisperer, Chev Ho Laid, Gooey Spinjob, NBA, Power Bottom Redding, Puff the Magic Ass Grabber, Tina Eat the Piss, nnKen, nnRobin, nnSamantha, nnTambra
This was advertised (sort of) as a politically incorrect commemoration of a particular national tragedy (that kind of reminded me of not being able to call Voldemort by his name). But I think a more appropriate theme might be the "Pee and Poop Trail, taking into account the names of the hares and the shittiness and pissiness of this particular trail. Starting from Joe's Bar on Washington Street, the hares requested a 30 minute lead, which the valiant hounds provided. Trail meandered through the Old Town area, doubling back on itself a few times, leaving the pack to wonder what was actually in the beverages the hares had consumed before taking off. The hares also used a dark blue chalk which was next to impossible to see in the gathering twilight. Thank heavens they remembered to throw flour every now and then, so that we could eventually find trail. We thought it was especially fitting when they threw flour in front of the police substation and wrote "Death to the Pigs" in white chalk. We all laughed at this, but don't tell Dip. There might still be repercussions since they also wrote the website as well as Dip's phone number. At first we were a little wary of this, but then we thought, hey, it's been a good 14 years since the last anthrax incident, and besides, the po-po need to grow a sense of humor. Plus it was in the spirit of the theme.
Trail ended back at Joe's, the home of $1 tacos and cheap beer. Since we were left leaderless yet again by our RA who doesn't seem to give a rat's ass about the pack, circle was ineptly conducted by NBA, who clearly doesn't know what she's doing. Accusations were flung, Puff refused his dead-bug, songs were sung, wait staff were offended, and there was much rejoicing. On on!