Flatlanders,

For those who weren't there or wish to relive a bit of ancient history,
here's the best recap I can come up with of the festivities a month and
a half ago.

We gathered a few floors up in the parking garage west of Broadway on
Spruce in Boulder.  Half-cocked, meanwhile, collected those who would
otherwise have sought eternally for the non-existant parking structure a
block north, as the info put out by the hares would have had one
imagine.  Two Holes was there, with his fine underage sister and friends
in tow, along with Four Stroke, a shorn Little Head, Cummy, Deep,
Pukahontas, and some number of other hounds I can't remember.

The hares wobbled off with their piece of shit broke knees and chalk
apparati, and the hounds soon followed.  This term is used roughly, for
it only took one lap around the garage to put Deep on his first
"shortcut" of the evening.  This one paid off for a change, as the
beeline he made for his formerly favorite bar, the Walrus, put him
within 50 meters of a hapless hare, a distance he closed but failed to
dispatch before he found himself at Beer Check #1, the Oasis, for this
was a walking hash, and no amount of r*cewalking or fancywalking was
going to produce a hare snare in this instance.  The rest of the pack
rallied, and were faced with the yeoman chore of downing something like
3 pitchers between 6 thirsty ale drinkers while the hares waddled their
way to Beer Check #2.  An honest attempt was made, and the pack was soon
off again, past a poorly-drawn and even more poorly-interpreted map, a
tease into what used to be the James, then around the County building
and down into the Catacombs of Hotel Boulderado.  A more reasonable
quantity of ale was polished off, and Pukahontas had a chance to
continue his stimulating conversation with Two Holes' sis.  Back on
trail, the pack found their way to Beer Check #3, this time Old C's,
where they sampled some tasty brews and tore into appetizers.  A jaunt
down Pearl Street Mall was highlighted by the puppet antics of a
coyote-and-rabbit show, which thoroughly amused the lubricated pack,
before they started wandering in circles, requiring a bemused
Half-Cocked to lead them back to vehicles.  Everyone adjourned to Hash
House I for down-downs, though some adjourned more tardily than others.

Down-downs were festive.

On-on,
Deep