Run #1551 A Moveable Feast

As she has for the last few years Chickenboner aka Gypsies’ Queen laid the trail the Thurs. before B2B the national holiday of the Whine & Chowder Society and as usual it was from the parking lot behind the Palace of the Legion of Honor off of Legion of Honor Dr. aka 32 Ave and El Camino Del Mar. This gives visitors great views of the coast. The Outbeer slid into place and a keg of Lagunitas Hazy Wonder hopped into Hand Pump’s van and hooked into his jockey box and suddenly all was right with the world. This was the 8^th day of the so called 12 Days of Hashmas and Geordie Le Foreskin was by now emerald green around the gills but still pounding the piss. That’s not to say that good taste was everywhere, there were chocolate chip cookies AND gag, pumpkinseed bread. With that it’s no wonder that Return To Gender from Ft. LauderdalH3 and Anal Rose from San DiegoH3 had their fists glued to the tap. Man Aids from San DiegoH3 was wandering around asking if there were any Gypsies patches for sale and Tongueless who would sell his sister let alone a patch, rubbed his hands together and grinned his death head grin. The parking lot filled with out-of-town license plates and clown cars driven by locals ferrying out of towners. Lois Lame actually convinced Bitches Bitch to set aside his “range anxiety” to focus on anxiety about Poison Oak but BB can be anxious about multiple things, he’s a pro! Our hare was out marking the trail while Backside Banger and Adopt A Pussy were pondering if trail would take them past somewhere to eat and consume even more alcohol before getting back to the start. The evening brought out some returners like R U Gay who has finally figured out he’s not and CSI who has been pondering which body part to injure next. Wash This Asshole was agog at how many women like No Blow Ho from MarinH3 and Sex Doll Serial Killer from BoulderH3 he could get to turn him down. WTA made a bad miscalculation when he assumed The Perfect Woman’s gender, oops! Backwash sighed with pleasure as she watched the weight taken off her, she can only say, “Fuck off in so many languages!” The pack was treated to a sermon from the Male Missal by some out of town bim who’s name had disappeared into an alcoholic mist. Whoever she was she held the pack in the palm of her hand and squeezed hard enough to make Udder Moron think twice. Lucky for the pack our hare was back before the headless chicken dance commenced and Chickenboner was able to send them off in the right direction. Even the Lost Patrol took off with the pack since there was nothing to stow. Trail took the pack through the parking lot and up the Battle of the Bulge steps to the VA Hospital. The pack was treated to an array of government buildings they could marvel at. One Night Only was especially attracted to the Pyron Helo Pad as a potential way to ease her commute. Trail left the hospital grounds and led through the woods past Battery Chester and the Fort Miley Ropes Course. It’s really lucky for Just Doesn’t Get It that Do Her Well was not only close to him but had a knife to cut him down. JDGI insists he was not “blue” by the time DHW got him out of the ropes. Dr. Kimble prescribed alcohol for any lingering neck pain.  Trail went through the El Camino Del Mar parking lot past the WWII memorial and on to the Lands End Trail. King Of Bed Bugs swears this is where he got those fleas! Trail came around past the Lands End Lookout and Sutro Baths access point and turned back onto Point Lobos Ave. Trail took the pack back along the Coastal Trail with its great views. On All 4s made sure no one died careening over the cliff edges although with 5150 it was a near run thing! Eventually the pack was reunited at the start. Hand Pump opened the bar and the Cloak Of Invisibility was just a table covered with Vitamin J and a Sacred Bucket filled to the brim with River Madness. At that point a truck arrived and backed up to the loading dock for the museum. Now, no one can swear if it was Mouth Down South who shouted, “Hey it’s a Rembrandt, let’s rush them!” regardless Security arrived and told T to keep the pack across the parking lot. Oops, the security people really panicked over the perceived threat and out of the night a Park Ranger appeared. He wanted to know who was in charge and T told him no one so he asked who brought all the beer? No one answered so he moved on to say, “Hey, I’m not a bad guy and I don’t want to spoil your fun or give out citations, so you have 10 minutes to pack up and be gone or by the power vested in me I’m going do SOMETHING!” Blow Queen figured he’d be going to Sweden soon anyway, so he grabbed Tears Of Semen and fired up the Tesla. Panic, well, as panicky as the Gypsies ever are ensued and the Gypsies version of speed came into play. Daffy Fuck was really efficient emptying the Bucket, some of it actually went into containers and not her mouth. Cox Box told the Park Ranger she was from Norway and oddly enough he didn’t seem to care, nice try though! Some of the visitors actually trekked down the hill and over, a long way over to Trader Sams where they could pay for tiki drinks; at least they got an umbrella for their troubles. Cuming Mutha and On All 4s probably shouldn’t have slipped those shirts with targets on the back on over their jackets! Sadly for the Ranger, the Gypsies took him as seriously as most authority and just moved from one jurisdiction to another where they set up shop in the parking lot at Lands End by the WWII Memorial. Who’s Your Daddy made sure there were no Rembrandts lying around. The keg reappeared, the Sacred Bucket was refilled and the Cloak Of Invisibility aka table was covered with Vitamin J then the Sword Of Power waved to convene the Circle. Cheese Turd managed to find his way to the beer, what a nose he has! Coculus Oculus and Just Yoshi appeared in the night and settled in to drinking. Return To Gender, Anal Rose and Just Charles all passed up the umbrellas in exchange for providing other “entertainment” for the Gypsies. Finnish On Her Face from Fort LauderdaleH3 cupped T’s face in her hand and serenaded him with a song that left Fits In complaining that now she’d have to make sure he washed his shorts. Manhole arrived in his truck and provided light for the ongoing festivities. Whore’s Whisper from DenverH3 and Holy Dumpster Fire from BostonH3 managed to consume their share of the Bucket and just then Ska Skank Redemption and some current boy toy arrived to complete the evening, Ska has been boy toy surfing saving couches for actual sleeping. While we can’t speak to the joys of the umbrella getters, those who showed up at Lands End were happy to have wasted their evening with the Gypsies. Cheers.