A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
Hey kids. Sorry this took so long. We had a traumatic experience sans
internet yesterday and have been busy busy packing for home (won’t be at
the meeting, but would be willing to be part of “clean up crew”). Here’s
your rehash:
Word on the street is that I’m supposed to write the rehash. Umm, thanks
guys. Enjoy.
I was lost…again. This time I was without my tuba partner in crime,
Mouthful of Clam, as Master Baster was popping his haring cherry somewhere
in the Robert Treman State Park. Thankfully, Baster dropped Mouthful off
at my car after my two virgin friends, Just Rachelle and Just Stacy, and I
had explored several entrances to Treman, which included a fun
conversation with a rotund foreigner. Then we arrived, but we arrived
before the beer. After a thrustful greeting from Uncle Floss,
introductions were made. The group was rounded off by Dances With Head,
Porcelain Goddess, Spike, Burrballs, Just Amanda, Helen Yeller, and Toothy
accompanied by a handsome young fella. Goodies from Ithaca Beer Co.
arrived (finally) and were consumed (with some frustration as Spike is the
only one classy enough to carry a bottle opener on him at all times).
The calls of “on-on” and “are you?” echoed throughout the Treman State
Park as the hashers explored trails, lots of steps, and pretty gorges.
After wading through the campground area, a beer near was spotted.
Everyone filled up on a delightful munchies and cheap beer. Tensions in
the tuba section were slightly exacerbated by a pie eating competition,
but we’ve decided to not talk about it. A few enjoyed splashing in the
swimming area, a few had to jump in to get out all the whipped cream out
of their hair.
At this point, I consumed too many beverages, which resulted in a hash
crash during quite an extended murky moment with PG and Uncle Floss. The
murky moment was good….Then I woke up Monday morning with a swollen,
bruised ankle and lacking any memory of circle. The peaches were
delightful though.
I think an addendum might be necessary.
Much love,
tofu