Run #1652 Ever Superhero Uses Shields!
Blow Queen’s Bday was in the offing, so he celebrated himself, always a good idea in case no one else does, by setting the Gypsies’ trail from his favorite spot, the bottom of Shields St. in SF. It’s not a bad start since the parking isn’t bad, it’s out of the way, and the hare can go up or downhill at the start. While the pack gathered the keg of Lagunitas Maximus Colossal IPA was tapped and the likes of Adopt A Pussy and Backside Banger slugged down liquid courage. The soon to be FRBs like Pastel Gazelle and Who’s Your Daddy only drank enough to maintain proper hydration over BQ’s expected grind. Speaking of grinds, Pied Piper managed to stagger to the center of the pack and provide a religious experience that only intensified when BQ slapped his reading glasses onto PP and PP realized there were pictures! 5 Angry Inches arrived just as the pack left so it took him less than his usual 20 seconds to catch up and pass the FRBs, never to be seen again until he had completed 2 circuits of the trail, gotta get in those miles! The rest of the pack and the Lost Patrol found trail stepping out on 19th Ave to turn and retreat up Junipero Serra Blvd. Twisting and turning brought the pack to Lyndhurst Ave and a chance to whip through the Junipero Serra Ball Field and matriculate through San Francisco State University. All the round abouting gave Magnum, Not I his first real chance to get lost, phew! Tears Of Semen, the gentlest of hashers helped Wash This Asshole back to his feet after WTA tripped over himself while ogling coeds and dreaming! The round abouts weren’t over yet, our hare still had time to drag the pack around Park Merced before loosening the noose at Felix Ave and the insidious DGK check across 19th Ave. It was a smidge unkind of E=MC Fucked to take bets on whether Tongueless would make it all the way across on a single greenlight. T felt even worse when Manhole let slip that Fits In was a player. At least FI bet on T! The pack was reunited at the start and the keg tapped and covered by the Cloak Of Invisibility The Vitamin J joined the Sacred Bucket filled with Stone Fences, rum and cold cider. Pastel Gazelle and Manhole lost themselves in the Bucket as soon as the word “cider” was mentioned. Bitch Pimp’s existential concern was would the Bucket go well with Cheetos her favorite haute cuisine! Just Alex, still not named, assured her that in Paris, Cheetos are considered the perfect accompaniment to anything. Just Brandon was especially impressed JA’s knowledge of French cuisine. Not to be outdone WTA told BP that he would share his trove of Instapot Cheeto recipes. Leave it to Blow Queen to have a memorable Birthday trail. Cheers.
On In!