Run #on1394 One Night Only Marks an End to the Year!

One Night Only gave a big wet kiss off to 2019 for the Gypsies! She brought the pack together at the Marina Green where Scott comes down to the bay. Long an absentee, The Blown Ranger reappeared and brought a fine whine, Just Claret, along with a new set of wheels to chauffer her around. Oddly, well maybe not that oddly, Who’s Your Daddy commented on how cute TBR looked in that dark suit and hat Just Claret had TBR wearing. Chickenboner pointed out that with WYD’s “any port in a storm” attitude it wasn’t all that odd. It was nice that the Gypsies had most of the parking lot to themselves as they put back pints of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’. In honor of his return to the fold TBR preached a fine sermon from the Male Missal. Bitches Bitch was thrilled to hear who Brent was up to. Tongue Depressor found Just Claret a boon companion but as she always is, Qaeda Cunt wasn’t too sure about her. JC held her own so no worries. At last it was time to be on trail and the pack shot off in search of ONO’s marks. Of course the Lost Patrol had to tidy up the Outbeer before being on-on but the were joined by TBR and JC, with 5150 who appeared like a specter in the night. Trail went back up Scott to a check at Marina Blvd and Cervantes Blvd. It was at this point that the LP became the truly Lost Patrol. 5150 took off to search on Cervantes and the street clearly swallowed him up. Of course it might be that 5150 is a shape shifter because Phone Sex appeared in the night only to find herself lost but at least not alone. The lack of marks did not sit well with Tongueless who cried his annoyance to the Hashing Gods since all the mortals were indifferent. The consensus was that T needed to either focus on his anger management or stroke out. Fits In wasn’t sure which she would prefer. The problem was temporarily solved by telephoning ONO who told them to, um, just go straight and there is a mark somewhere in that direction. Lo and behold there indeed was not only one mark but several that the LP followed until those marks ended. Back on the phone lines our hare was once again reached and the LP was told that she was on Broderick and anxiously awaiting them as to where the trail had gone she proclaimed and massive density of marks and that they were all on streets but sadly she couldn’t remember the names of those streets. Not to worry since she still remembered where the trail went to the end and the LP knew that all those hills weren’t going to get climbed, hey, Tongue Depressor has a heart condition and even Just Claret thought it wouldn’t be such a great idea. JC has the makings of a true hash hound! More competent members of the pack Like Lois Lame either found more trail or at least kept their mouths shut about it. The pack was together and the table was put up with the keg tapped again and the Sacred Thermi filled with mulled wine. Not only was the Vitamin J but One Night Only out did herself in the sugar and fat department with an array of baked goods that brought Tongueless from tiger to pussy cat mode. Yes it’s well known that he would sell his soul for a red velvet cupcake, his soul not being worth much more. Lois Lame had stumbled across a tossed out Christmas tree and hauled it through trail to deposit it next to the keg, and Bitches Bitch, who’s Prius contains anything that can be imagined, came up with a string of Christmas lights to decorate it. The best gift of all was that Hand Pump managed to survive trail meaning that the garbage would get thrown out. Tongueless’ Penis announced that he was moving to Sacto bringing out a spate of jokes at T’s expense. Speaking of T he convened the Circle and Phone Sex managed to celebrate her BDay with out making eye contact with the Sword of Power as T sliced 2019 off the calendar. Thanks to ONO the Gypsies found a very “sweet” way to end the year and the decade.