Run #1500 A Long Time Cuming!

One Night Only stepped up to the plate and knocked the Gypsies’ 1500^th trail over the fence even if it was only the fence at the Log Cabin in the Presidio. The parking lot started to fill with the detritus of Gypsies hashing all in search of cheap beer. The Gypsies’ motto has been heard to be, “The Gypsies is the cheapest drunk in town” and they’ve tried to live up to it. Make no mistake the pack is largely composed of cheap drunks like Tongueless who hides behind having had brain injury! 5150, no mean example of cheap drunks himself, would scoff at that and tell you T is all himself and all wet. The pack milled around the Outbeer tapping the keg of Lagunitas Super Cluster Ale and sucking down the nectar of the gods. Adopt A Pussy was thrilled that the piss would actually sit quietly in his stomach instead of constantly complaining like Little Sumpin Sumpin. Not that the weather was cold but there was no need for ONO to worry that any of her baked goods would spoil! Speaking of ONO’s baked goods she had TWO kinds of chocolate chip cookies disappearing into mouths, one without nuts since she always worries about people having allegories and one just filled with chocolate since diabetics apparently don’t count. Wash This Asshole was shoveling those cookies in like he had four hands and they were always full! Speaking of Tongueless, he stepped to the podium and provided the pack with heartfelt sermon from the Male Missal. It was only fitting since T was the first to ever preach from the Male Missal lo those many years ago. This time T was more fully dressed. Our hare provided a chalktalk, that mainly recommended that none of the pack get killed and sent them off in search of flour. ONO kindly offered to lead the Lost Patrol and the LP took her up on the offer. Trail took the pack back up Storey Ave. and around Fort Scott Field. Bitches Bitch had already done a face plant after being lost in thought over who he might be able to rescue and how many times he’d have to *un the trail to find someone. As he lay on the ground Lois Lame, um, rescued him, somehow very fitting! As trail passed Starfleet Command, Dr. Kimble was spotted standing at attention while saluting, some habits can never be broken! What a tour of places like the Archives and Records Center not to mention the SF National Cemetery. ONO must know every parking lot in the Presidio since she’s taken the pack through most of them. As the trail passed the Cavalry Stables Closet Twitcher was wondering why he was still on foot! Eventually trail found itself on Battery Wagner Rd. and crossing Storey Ave. hopped back to the start. The keg was tucked behind the fencing that was there ostensibly to protect against the likes of the Gypsies taking over, really effective. The big stone table easily handled the Vitamin J as well as the Sacred Bucket of Fits In’s patented minted Mai Tais. Manhole just refers to them as “a hangover in a cup”. Ultrahead took one sip and claimed she could feel her brain closing for business! Not that the drink is strong but Just Fuck Off, Just Ted Aka The Other Bastard and Just Asia were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who was driving. ONO also provided cupcakes and a chocolate cake that had pure chocolate balls as trimming. The rumor that ONO has a portfolio full of stocks for big pharma that supplies insulin is not true! The pack then got to have sandwiches from Cruiser Café to help absorb some of the alcohol and provide protein to go with the sugar. 5 Angry Inches mashed a slab of the cake onto a veggie sandwich and declared it a balance meal! Hand Pump pointed out that being able to put it on the palm of his hand did not make it balanced…except of course in the Gypsies. T took up the Sword Of Power and convened a Circle  which no one paid much attention. Fits In just allowed that not being paid attention to is something T is used to. T and FI got down-downs as the only ones who were on the Gypsies’ first trail.   By the time the pack left most were semi-comatose thanks to the food, drink and T boring them!