So there we were, sitting at our customary day #2 (as in shitty) on the WORLD FAMOUS FIVE-DAY HASHOWEEN CRAWL (I’m trademarking that btw). The hare actually thought (for once) about our northern brethren and held the crawl on the north side of town to make it easier for the arrivals. And arrive we all did, in costumed glory.
We noshed on catered Chipotle and more importantly beer, then set out on a pub crawl. Eerie pub crawls are a million miles long. Renegade pub crawls have the first stop in the parking lot of a major bank’s regional HQ. See, we do it right…a car was costumed as a bar for Halloween…yeah, that’s the story. Fuck you, lesser pub crawls!
On to a bro bar where I’m not sure we were welcome but fuck it, money spends. We didn’t linger, but hydration is important for the long haul.
Off to some place I can’t remember, other than picking up some already drunk gentlemen. Some were ready to go along for the ride and have a blast. I just remember New York dude for his accent and general willingness to just jump in to the middle of our shitshow and go along for the ride.
So then off to a mega bar, with New York in tow. Karaoke was involved, so leave it to hashers to rush the stage. Also leave it to hashers to discover back alleys and hidden passages or whatever between bars when they’re tired of karaoke (they were probably well marked hallways, but beer was involved…) Anyway, some of us wormed our way into closed sections of restaurants, and then further into a bar with a mechanical bull. It was mysteriously out of service that night. The real trail allegedly went outside and back towards the On-In, but those who were there know the real trail went through many more interesting places
