Wankers,

Many of you were there, but for the few who weren't, here's a recap of
the hash in Superior a couple weekends ago.

A sizeable pack (20+?) gathered up in Superior on an uncommonly balmy
day.  Is there a correlation?  Probably.  They'd also heard that Walk
Like was making her return after too many months of idle remarks and
broken feet and the like, no doubt.  As Deep and Cummy were arriving,
Two Holes phoned them to make sure they were out of the way of the first
major loop in his trail, which led around the school and out through a
large north-south ravine on the west side.  The pack scattered, then
coalesced on a long incline, while Deep and Diccolo took their own
shortcuts, to the east and south respectively.  Diccolo was not seen for
a good long while.  Deep, meanwhile, springboarded off of Speed Bump's
keen sense of floursmell, and sniffed out trail along another ravine
further to the east, which would eventually come to be the site of the
beer check.  He stumbled upon a CB 9, considered bolting through to
glory, then marked it and got back on trail as it wound down into a
condo complex.  He started coming across Cummy Pinko pack arrows as the
pack caught up - upstaged by his SCB wife - and eventually stumbled
across the harriette down across from the Safeway, where the trail
turned south and up into the half-million-dollar homes once more.  It
was not long before the beer check was spied, in bright blue, in yet
another ravine.  Chuck E regaled us with mini-sermons while we waited
for an injured Hog Balls to limp in, then the pack set off in search of
less skunky beer.  This quest led back through the condo complex on a TT
arrow, behind the Safeway and along a Burma-Shave decorated trail, which
did little to conceal the inherent tedium endemic to following a bike
trail for a mile.  Several allegedly clever "peace symbol" DP trios lent
a modicum of variety to the home stretch, which culminated with
meatballs, hot sauce and frothy nectar in, you guessed it, another ditch
between big, big houses.  There was food and beer, too.

Down-downs ensued.  Tim (unnamed) conversed on his phone while the pack
serenaded him with his namesake.  Virgins drank.  Chuck E gave a lay
sermon.  Returners drank.  Everyone drank.  Meat was consumed
voraciously.  Songs were sung until cops were spotted and small children
began to gather.  Good circle, warm day, lots of
visitors/first-timers/virgins.  Good stuff.

On-afters proceeded at Old C's in Superior, culminating with an
embarrassing round of Golden T for Deep and Two Holes while their SOs
mocked and heckled.

Next hash is this Saturday (3/9) on Pine St in Boulder.  Walking hash. 
Make fun of the gimpy hares.

On-on,
Deep