Another busy evening at the Groundhog Pub. There were no tables available so we bellied up to the bar. I was beginning to think our free range hare, Sex Toy, had hopped on a flight to some exotic island, when finally she came prancing along Bloor. She didn’t miss much except Dung Dodger pleading for forgiveness from Half Wit for past transgressions (trying to curry favour?).

Before chalk talk we played a game to see how many back packs we could fit in Moonman’s boot. Our efforts will not soon be beaten. Out on the sidewalk  I noticed amiable Just Cathy had taken a page from Back Door Buzz and Phone Sex and was hashing in denim. It was nice to see Just Sybil (but as Moonman wondered, which one?) at her first Hogtown hash. So as not to leave latecummer Rose Eh behind, Humpday decided to stretch out introductions and allowed Shampoo and Shadow to explain the origins of their names. I remember Shampoo saying his had something to do with Warren Beatty however my eyes glazed over when Shadow started talking.

The trail headed up Sherbourne into Rosedale and through Craigleigh Gardens before steering towards Mt. Pleasant.  At this point most hashers believed the trail would turn back into the ravine; however clever Rose Eh made a beeline back to Bloor, and might have been FRB, had she not raced by the brand spankin’ new Fionn McCool’s at Jarvis.

Back at a thinned out Groundhog, Humpday poured out a number of totally forgettable down downs. The highlight was RA Rose Eh singling out New Shoez for prick of the week. Apparently he had the foresight to pay for his IAH hotel in Colorado when the Canadian dollar was at 1:10. Clever fellow.

In other news... the Trash Writers Association of Toronto (Local 69) is threatening to go on strike. A spokeshasher, who wished to remain anonymous, says it comes down to two things; royalties and beer. Updates will be provided as negotiations continue.