Month: January 2016

The Renegade bunch met on January 29, 2016 at Rambling House Soda Pop for what’s called the Growler Crawl, although no one knew that beforehand. We were told to bring our hipster finest for the band (lol), and although most of the crew ignored instructions (as usual), we were not disappointed by the show on stage. Indeed, there was not a finer collection of knitted caps in the 614. But the cute toddler dancing about made up for the singing. Kinda.

But enough about that. This is about the trail. Gentle reader, I feel it’s time for a confession. Your hash trash today isn’t via the usual Double D, since she couldn’t be bothered to attend. So, the only thing shittier than your author’s writing ability is the trail chosen by the hares, Immaculate Projection and I Like It Small.

So there we were, outside Portlandia East, headed east, over to Indianola Ave. The trail turned north for several intersections, at many of which was a check where Itchy Bitsy found the false each time. Eventually the trail led down steps to the Glen Echo Ravine, where no one has ever lost their virginity, ever. There we found a tasty growler, some vessels, and some orange food. It was at this stop our virgin hare, I Like It Small, invited us to stick our hands in her box (of fries).

After Working Member couldn’t break the ice we headed out, back up the steps, and down the road to Weber Rd. where we found a check for the ages near a park. Apparently up means up, as NFHN Rocky scaled a tree looking for clues! It was also where Working Member earned his trail treasure – a handheld game that actually worked!

After a bullshit arrow that looked like an F, trail was found along a fence leading down to Walhalla Rd. Nifty place for a trail. The hares found a nice bridge over the creek for hiding the next BN, where there was another growler. This was the stop where you’d think we were smoking pot…NFHN Rocky learned about Alice in Wonderland, I Like It Small tasted sugar wafers, and we all stared at the stars.

After that there was a minor issue on the trail regarding which side of the street the trail was on, but NFHN Rocky saved the day, so we found our way to the on-in, with old-ass beer and cards against humanity awaiting.

At the on-in, Cockpit and Meats In The Parking Lot showed up for the festivities and played cards with us. Fun and drinks were had. Until next time, you’re all wankers 🙂 and I remain,

Yours Truly,
Itchy Bitsy

The Renegades started trail #29 at Dick’s Last Resort with 15 half minds on January 23rd, 2016. We welcomed Pumps Till It Burns from Dayton, I Like It Small from Madras India, and Swizzle Sticks Before Chicks from Indiana.

After lunch and libations the ‘shitty’ trail was off to a cold start. The trail weaved around downtown and stopped at the Arena District where our hares Itchy Bitsy and Lady Humps A Lot had a very yummy “peppermint” flavored hot cocoa.

After warming us up a bit, they had a wonderful surprise for us: we were going ice skating. Off we went for an adventure! We had a few falls but thankfully no breaks or serious mishaps.

After skating a while, we warmed up by the fire and sang some songs… ‘hasher’ style.

We continued our pilgrimage thru downtown and eventually landed on the top floor of a parking garage for the BN stop and some orange food.

After re-fueling we found our way down stairs and to the monument that marks the “Center of Known Civilization Franklin County” where we downed a bottle of Honey Whiskey; once again warming us up.

We continued through the Arena District for our on-in only to find that the bar didn’t want our business and was closed. We persevered, as hashers do, and ended up at the Park Street Tavern for the on-in. Of course there was lots of fun, beer drinking and singing to be had.
One of our out of town visitors (Swizzle Sticks Before Chicks) had just way too much fun and slept with the porcelain God for a few hours. Luckily, never making Battery Operated Boyfriend regret lending a helping hand (and sleeping space) for him to crash the night.
Hats off to our hares for an shitty excellent trail.

Your scribe,
Dangerous Dismount