…and we won. Well, at least no one got arrested this time.
Humpin’ started with a minor geographical hiccup, but it was easily sorted out and everyone found the runstart. The hares informed us that the trail would be as flat as Flotation Devices, and have 3 beerchecks. After the hares departed we introduced the virgins, paired ‘em up and rocked some Father Abraham. The pack departed and left Dr. Zaius and I to guard the beer.
After a few minutes we smelled smoke, thinking ”It’s California, there’s always a hillside or something on fire”, we disregarded it. Moments later I spotted flames in the woodchip flowerbed where the smokers had been congregating, getting their last nicotine fix before trail. 2 gallons of water later, the park was safely extinguished through the cooperative efforts of Dr. Z and myself.
As the pack began to filter in, we put out the snacks. Big thanks here to Dr. Z for filling in for the fill in snaxxx, as she was unavailable (read: I was drunk in El Centro), and negligent in her responsibilities. Circle was delayed as Captain Jerk had a pressing phone call to make. He lost his car key on trail (why those things should probably stay in your run bag…) and needed a locksmith to give him a blowjob, er, unlock his car.
Once circle finally got underway and out of traffic, it was long, disorganized and hilarious. So, a typical Humpin’ circle. Control was lost repeatedly, down downs were real and imagined, new shoes were drunk from, we heard that Captain Jerk was called to bail out the Beermeister from jail, and the smokers got drenched.
As the last 10 or so of us loaded the cars and clarified directions to the OnAfter (honestly, they weren’t that difficult, we’re just half [on a good day] minds and we’re trying to make things far more complicated than necessary) someone noticed a helicopter overhead. In the same moment, 4 police cars entered the park, lights flashing, andcame to a stop directly behind us. Sober ambassadors negotiated us out of trouble and foundout that the call had come in that we were having a “naked orgy”. Which begs all sorts of questions. What other kind of orgy is there? Also, would a clothed orgy have been ok? Is Rancho Penasquitos the new Oceanside? Is Oceanside going to up the ante the next time we are near them and call 2 helicopters? Should Humpin’s 2nd commandment (Thou shalt not start or end in Oceanside being the first) be Thou shalt not run in Rancho Penasquitos? Is Rancho Penasquitos even an incorporated city? Burning (like when Captain Jerk pees) questions all.
As we left the park, another cop car joined our procession and we (the Kimchi mobile, the Chewcaca mobile and I) enjoyedsurvived our police escort to Jose O’Reilly’s.
On on to more naked orgies and fewer police!
~Here 2 Get Laid
Upcumming Events:
5/30 SD RDR
6/7 108 Beerchecks
6/13-15 jHavelinas 1000th Run
6/20 Half Assed Lingerie Run
6/27-6/29 Humpin’ Campout
