Trail # 1235
Hares: Cuddle Puncher and Hummer Gay'mes
Hounds: Gooey, Amanta, Tina, NBA, Anything Goes, BeeDub, CIA, Cumbag Shitpants, Kibbles n' Chips, nnCollin, nnColt, nnMelissa, nnMike, nnTambra, PBR, Professor, Puff, Just Steve (Yoko Yoko H3(TAH native)), Midget Molester (Rain City H3)
Starting from the Stadium by the actual Stadium, the hares took off toward the Stadium. The trail figuratively went downhill from here (figuratively because it's pretty much a flat plane in the downtown area). Much confusion took place at the Douglas bridge, with DFLs not locating trail, FRBs not marking trail, and hares just generally screwing up. This writer (A Team) was one of the lame-ass DFLs and so does not have the pack experience to report. Perhaps the D Team can fill in the gaps. Anyway, trail had a Naughty Check by the Drury, which was discovered by only two of the DFLs (which proved to be convenient for a prolonged Naughty Check). After much searching, trail was located heading south around Century II and on by the Boathouse and Gander Mountain. The highlight of the trail was the placement of the two beer nears, one across the street from the other. Of course, there were only 9 beverages in each beer near, with 20 wankers in the pack,thus, the slower half-minds ended up being excessively thirsty since the beverages were already consumed by the inconsiderate FRBs( sorry).
Here's where D Team might take over, since A Team turned around and went back to the start, since so much time had been spent searching for trail. (Thank god she's finally shut up, she's always fuckin' bitchin' so drink your beer get...oh I guess you have a point nevermind.) D-Team: Trail was way too long for the wanks who don't get prizes at 10Ks so after the 2 BN's which were 20 ft. apart, it was mostly a miserable experience.
Back at the start, the pack attempted to circle up on the Stadium patio, but thanks to the professional alcoholics, also known as the regular patrons of the Stadium, the noise level was too loud for us to enjoy the subtleties of the circle. Midget Molester attempted to get the AA escapees to quiet down and respect the sanctity of the ritual, but to no avail. The decision was made to delay the circle and move it to the Monarch down the street, which we did. Food was ordered, beverages consumed, and CIA considerately gave a birthday flash to a patron of the bar. Circle continued. Midget Molester, visiting hasher from Seattle, bestowed a few gifts upon a select few of the wankers, gifts which he had obtained from the various world interhashes he has attended.
Since we have so many nameless no-names, we went about the difficult task of questioning and naming one of them. The lucky wanker was nnMelissa, who, for now and forever more, will be known to the hashing community as Octoteste. On on!