Hyperbolic Me and 50 plus half minds met at the Ship in Multnomah Village expecting a truly un inspired run as most of us had run from there about 65.86 times before but we were in for a the surprise of our lives tonight. You see, Mystery Meat is an Icon of sorts who can pull a rabbit out his pants when least expected. That's why we lace them up.

The pack was rather spread out tonight so some of you may have not seen it exactly as it reported here as it all about being at the right place at the right time.

The Meat provided a bag car which was a harbinger that the run was to end at his humble estate,  Mystery Meat was off at 645 sharp and a large collection of misfits soon followed. In the Tinker Bell world Chester, Deep Throat and Tinkerbell started when they wanted to, The trail snaked through two tough checks and a back entrance into the park. It was here in the park that Mystery Meat has 13 bikini clad woman providing beers to the satiated stumblers. If you missed it you were probably stuck at a check or short cutting.

Trail then headed through suburbia of sorts and toward one of the darkest trails one would ever run in their life. About half of us donned head lamps and the other half stumbled with the help of fellow hashers. I think Stink Finger may still be out there, The beer check was on a bridge in the woods and for those arriving early there were copious amounts of champagne this time served by the Blazers dancers. Don't know how Mystery Meat pulled that one off.

Just Sopa (Red Card/Green Card) led the masses out of the Netherlands and back to street hashing.  A giant brown bear chased a few of us out of the woods and Down Town wrestled the bear to the ground and Tard Core hit it over the head with his flashlight. Disaster averted we solved a few more checks only to be greeted by by a gang of marauding pirates that tried to take our woman. Village Idiot would have non of that and beat them off. The end was near and we made it back to the Meat locker happy and enthused.

A giant roaring fire greeted the hashers with ample fried chicken and some of the best beer ever, Mugs and mugs of the delicious nectar. Gym Nasty led religion from his bully pulpit (what ever that may be) and chords of swing low could be heard all over the Village of Multnomah. As usual we got lost on the way back to our cars and had to run the trail backwards to find our vehicles.

Sometimes things are a blur but this was truly a shitty trail of epic proportions that many found inspiring.and some unbelievable. I love Mystery Meats runs as it always brings people out of the wood work and the event always delightful and full of surprises.