Run #1679 The Gypsies’ 32nd Anal Halloween Pub Crawl
Bitch Pimp came through for the Gypsies again as she hared the 32d Anal Halloween Pub Crawl. She hared the 31st as well, a nice habit! BP arrived dressed as a gypsy, the Romany kind, adorned with enough gold to inspire jealousy at Fort Knox. The costumed pack was gathered at Anza and Rossi, no sooner did the Outbeer arrive than there was a marathon shade pull in the abodes across the road. Our hare believes in dignity be damned when pubbing so she brought mama, Just Pat, to add insult to injury. Wordsmith that she is JP came in the most unusual costume, a mixed metaphor, it consisted of a pumpkin to for a hat and a shirt that was about something or other. Already waiting for the arrival of the keg of Lagunitas Little Sumpin Sumpin was CSI dressed bewitchingly as a witch! Ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties slowly filled all the parking spots. Speaking of beasties Tongueless was a furry brown pup. CSI wasn’t the only witch; Just Anna arrived and chained her broom to the fence. JA looked over the pack and knew that they needed some magic so she took up the Male Missal and read a blessing that had Sir Flaccid Of Nuttingham’s Harry Potter glasses fogging up and leaving him glad he was wearing that bathrobe, absorbent! Apparently JA’s blessing wasn’t enough since the Devil arrived in the form of Tri Crapalete only to realize that all the souls he was surrounded by were already his; at least he saved some money! The pack panicked when a masked ICE agent arrived only to realize it was Dr. Kimble! Just to be on the safe side our hare sent the pack off to find alcohol they could pay for! Trail took the pack down Rossi Ave. to Turk Blvd. The Lost Patrol was slow off the mark since they had to pack up the keg etc. The LP managed to catch up at the first pub, O’Keefe’s. The odd-looking entourage and their money were welcomed. Even Just Bandit found a warm reception as bar bits were dropped by Pastel Gazelle resplendent in a Josephesque coat of many colors. Eventually the hare declared herself away and it was a trek along 5th Ave. and through the Kaiser Permanente SF Medical Center to the Bitter End. The patrons found nothing odd in Missed Delivery’s arriving in his best Friday the 13th Jason apparel, in fact the rather large skeleton on display relished being photographed with MD. Wash This Asshole wearing his Black Phone attire made one mistake, the dark glasses turned him into a blindman. Just Fuck Off looking resplendent in a cap and tights fit for a ballerina offered him Just Bandit as a guide dog but JB wasn’t interested. The Bitter End wasn’t that at all and the pack was off to follow trail back down 5th Ave. to Geary and Ireland’s 32. Just Jeff arrived to greet our hare and pluck more than coins from her bodice before he drove Just Pat back to her knitting and jammies. Who’s Your Daddy was by this time a bit obstreperous, fitting in his red rooster suit. At some point it dawned on Closet Twitcher that there was a perfectly good keg back at the start and it was not going to cost anything to drink it. AHHA, the pack was heading back to the start. Somewhere the pack came into contact with Magnum, Not I and Brotherly Love but they were ships passing in the night. Speaking of BL, T may be getting called on for a christening sooner than later! Back at the start the keg was tapped, generating the appearance of Cheese Turd waving a bat from his Boston Red Sox costume, and covered by the Cloak Of Invisibility which was in turn covered with Vitamin J and the Sacred Thermi filled with hot cider and rum. While the Thermi fended off the chill T took up the Sword Of Power and threw real fear into the costumed horde as he delivered down-downs. Fits In made it very clear that Downton Abbey servants’ uniform or not she wasn’t going to clean up any mess from the pack let alone from the brown puppy she was shepherding. The evening progressed and the alcohol diminished until the Witching Hour was declared and the Outbeer drove into the night. Cheers.
On In!