Cartagena

With a tinge of déjà vu, our delighted pack gathered on the shores of the mighty Hillsborough River. Our Halloween hare, KISS, set a multifaceted nighttime costume jaunt through town, to give everyone a chance to show off their stuff (not that way, THAT stuff will be an option for Saturday on the ‘other’ hash). 😃 With the exception of a handful of aw damns, trail was well laid and easily navigated. Those aw damns were; an early cross of out trail and in trail, a lost/missing/stolen on the shot stop (but it probably made a homeless camp happy for an hour or two), a mismarked beer check, you get the drift . . . but all was right in the world, when we all turned up at the on-in and found coolers of cold brewskies. Bum Chum won the best X-chromosome costume, and damned if I know who won the Y-chromosome best costume . . . shit all blended together after the 17 verse of MY NAME IS JACK. Rectal Roommate was almost anointed into MI6 as 009, but eventually was tagged for his 600th JRH3 trail. After dispensing with the circle, most everyone ventured over to Hootch & Hive for fine dining and adult beverages. And that my friends, was all.Les mer