Friday at 7pm, I was racing daylight to the Tecate Divide. Daylight won and I hit the pass just after dusk, putting my arrival in El Centro close to 8:30. The moment I arrived, I dropped my stuff and was whisked into Sir Trots A Lots’ vehicle en route to a pub crawl! The 4 of us (Sir Trots, A Fish Called Wanda, Just Mike and myself) hit 3 bars, had a circle, did some PR and retired to the Casa de Trots for a midnight snack and pass out extravaganza!
Saturday started with a geekout movie fest and the arrival of One Hand Bandito, Lacy Bitch Britches and FeFiFoCum. The prelubing started, in true Half Assed fashion, roughly 7 hours before the trail, with mimosas and mudslides. Shortly thereafter, Tiny Dancer showed up to his first hash in the Pacific Time Zone after living in San Diego for 6 months, and Pizza Platelet stopped in to show us a dead body. He had to go bury that thing in Yuma and promised he’d be back shortly. The rest of the Yuma hashers were up next, bringing the youth element, and Penis Machinist (The Japanese Ladykiller, according to Wanda) was right behind them. The last arrival was also one of the most interesting as Grassy Ass burst through the door, lumpia fixin’s in hand!
After prelubing all day, harelies started around 7 (I think, as I said, we’d been drinking for a while…), after chalk talk, Father Abraham led by 4 year old Just Bradford (I helped him a little…), and an interesting rendition of My Name is Joe, the pack was away. The trail was not lacking for checks and it kept the pack together pretty well. Lacy Bitch Britches was certainly a sight for sore eyes at the beercheck, and Tiny Dancer’s words will live in infamy “Let’s sing a song, do you guys know Yogi Bear?”.
We looped around back to Casa de Trots (making a pit stop for a playground check) and had dinner before circle. FeFi really pulled out all the stops with carne asada (and fixins), baked beans, tater salad and I made my trademark green bean casserole. The kids, including Bandito and Lacy, played some video games (the actual children beat the hashers quite soundly) and then it was time for reeeeeeligion!
We left the kids inside to play while we adjourned to the garage for down downs. With fewer than 15 people, it should have been a short, quiet affair. Not with this group! Not only did we have plenty of material, we also had a naming! After the strangest interrogation ever (“What’s your favorite farm animal?” “Giraffe.” “Most closely guarded secret?” “I’m Polish”), Just Mike will be known, now and forever more as Pulls His Sausage!
After circle, some of the Yuma hashers took off and we started the Flippy Cup tournament. Things started to get fuzzy in my memory after the 5 a side death match, which my team (mostly Humpin Hashers, I think) won outright. I have it on good authority that over 100 beers were consumed by the small pack, plus numerous other libations. After the beer was gone and Flippy Cup was over we started in on the margaritas and that’s where my memory becomes quick flashes of scenes: Lumpia at 1am, mudslide floats, messing with a passed out Tiny Dancer and finding that the floor of my room was overbooked.
Sunday morning started way too early. We went to bed near 4am, and awoke at 9. We did a quick clean up (so we’ll hopefully be allowed back), showered (most of us alone), had some superb breakfast as catered by Wanda and FeFi and got on the road near 11:30. The drive home took a little longer than anticipated, but we made it to Humpin’… which will be in the next post.
On on to Humpin’!
~Here 2 Get Laid
Upcumming Events:
5/30 SD RDR
6/7 108 Beerchecks
6/13-15 jHavelinas 1000th (Tucson)
6/27-29 Humpin’ Campout
