What: Taste the Rainbow
Where: Kelly’s Pub, Eastie
Hares: Blubber Fucker, Senor Cocksucker, Swedish Eagle
Bag Car: Cerified Poop Accuntant
Pack: Just Tall Blubber, Chris Brown Eye*, Bring Out the
Gimp, The Butler Hit It, Willy Wanka and the Backdoor Factory, Twat My Mom, Just
Lauran, Pigfucker, Vistor From Orlando, Schindler’s Fist, Placentos the Fresh
Maker**, I Licked Butts, Spunk in the Trunk, Clit Notes, Wikipedophilia, maybe
others?
Start: Was at a nice bar, for Eastie. We didn’t look all
that out of place, and they had a decent enough beer selection. The hares were
a bit late in leaving, but after a quick circle to explain our marks to the
visitors, we were on our way.
Yellow trail:
After being a bit confused at the start, we found trail
running towards the airport and eventually hit a CB something over a pedestrian
bridge over the entrance to the Calahan tunnel. The bridge kinda shook under
the weight of the running pack, perhaps someone should tell Massport? Piggy
left trail to have a drink with a random coworker he saw at a bar, and we ran
to a song check. Piggy rejoined us, and sang a wonderful song that I forgot.
Trail then ran up hill (but pack went scouting downhill) and I think I was
catcalled for wearing a kilt. Turning up another hill, and passing behind a
school, we found the first shot check.
Yellow shots: There were a half dozen or so stashed Gatorade
bottles with a yellow liquid in them that tasted like something, however, there
were also a few abandoned alcohol bottles not from that hash that we did not
drink.
Pink trail:
Running down from the shot check, trail turned through a
back alley where we found a check that Piggy had very thoroughly scouted and
true trail was marked to a playground with mosaic benches, and pink shots.
Pink shots: After drinking liberally of the yellow shots,
some of pack began to come to their senses and drank more of the pink stuff,
others, feeling weak and unhashman like, fainned particication and wandered off
to find trail
.
White trail:
The unhashman like scouts found marks that lead to a group
hug, and without waiting for the drinkers, ran on. Luckily they ran out a
two-and-nothing into a housing complex of sorts when true trail went straight
up hill, silly hashers! Trail turned and ran around a school to white shots.
White shots: Tasted very sweet and very strong. Pack
gathered and immidetiely there was a Turkey/Eagled. Eagle trail went through a
fence, down a steep hill, over another fence, then hit a CB6, before running
down a beach and rejoining the turkeys near the first beer check.
Beer check:
Was on the beach behind the hill where there was a Pearl
Necklace BC a few years ago. Apparently, the walkers had almost snared the
hares, since the true distance was just under a mile. Champagne (of beers) was
provided and we waited for everyone to catch up. Once it became dark and
everyone nearly passed out from the stench of the East Boston Channel, we left.
Purple trail:
From the beer check, we ran through Eastie and an n-way intersection
( maybe 7 or 8 roads meeting, seriously, who planned this city!!), and ran into
bag car buying KEYSTONE LIGHT for
circle. Piggy told her that he would gladly buy us good beer, but she drove off
saying something about “It’s the beer you deserve” and “I need to get food.”
Trail continued on down whatever main street there is in Eastie that runs parallel
to the Blueline, and a few wankers followed a YBF into some random rundown T
stop. Trail zigged off the main road for a bit, and hit a shot check in a park.
Purple shots: By this point the shots were beginning to
catch up with the pack and we discussed the widely varying quality of them.
Some were quiet nice, others were undrinkable cough-syrup. The purple ones were
undrinkable cough-syrup.
Next Color Trail: Stayed off the main drag, ran past some
churches and behind a burger king to the next shot check. I didn’t note the
color, but pack stayed for a while to wait for everyone from the purple check,
and to drink whatever horrible liquid was on offer.
Iggy’s Trail:
Trail returned to whatever that main road was, and ran
pretty much straight along it until we got to a song check in front Iggy’s
house. We sang long and loud and jumped up and down. No one came out. Butler
investigated and found the door locked, but open, with no one home? We
continued. Trail continued down the road until we crossed over the Blueline at
Orrient Heights and ran along the beach to the long await BN in the sand. At
the end of the beach, were hares, pizza, and beer. ON IN.
Circle:
Before circle, or even beer, could happen, we had to wait
for the mall-cop at the school/rec center/park/whatever to leave. He did, and
we drank. Pizza was there so we ate before circle. Twat RA’d, but when we
started singing to the hares, we formed a shape that was definetly –not- a
circle. Ameba maybe? Who knows, however, it was formed around a very
unfortunant ikea lamp that Piggy found on trail. There were no virgins, so we
moved right onto FRB/FBI/DFLs who were people that I don’t remember? Gimp, I
think, for the first time ever? Everyone’s a virgin at some point…Spunk was
DFL? Visitors were called in and both sang great songs. Piggy and Fisty were
called in for being naked. Chris Bown Eye was all of a sudden naked (or close
to) as well, and started humping the lamp. Maybe he was pole dancing on it, but
either way it could not bear the same and honorably killed itself by falling
apart under his gyrations. After a brief discussion, it was decided that Chris
Brown Eye, while a great Moon name, would have to be supplanted. Chris Brown
Eye will now be known as Lovea Lamp. We then sang him “Old McDonalds” to wash
away his shame with beer. Things were getting cray, beer was running out, so we
put our beers down and swang low.
On – I feel bad for that lamp – On
Wikipedophilia
Announcements:
FREE BEER THIS WEEKEND – Hash BBQ, see the website/FB event
for details.
Trail next week: Great Scott, Harvard Ave Stop on the B
Line, Hares Wiki and Jack
HARES NEEDED for 9/4
Register for Pearl Necklace:
https://store.hashspace.com/
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