Great respect and thanks to the crew at Krawl's for their hospitality, their understanding of our loud boisterous group, and definitely for the beer specials!
The hares were Gilded GILF, Just Rafy, and Just Janae-nae. The hares disappeared right at 4:30 into the alleys beside and behind Krawl off Duval while a healthy sized pack drank cold beer at the start. While the trail twisted and turned around Duval, Whitehead, and Simonton, we finally came upon an SN and SH marks, which although they were briefed at chalk talk, confused Casper Gasper. "I have no idea what those marks mean. I've run 2 1/2 years and never seen marks like that!"
In a black plastic trash bag, the pack found delicious cherry and strawberry Jello Shots and four beers. After the pack collected all the hashers (Casper Gasper had made the Tyrant wait until her virgin arrived 10 minutes after trail started), we were off in search of another beer stop with some whichaways (marked in 2 directions), a couple of fakes into Bahama Village and back around, across and down Duval and then east while Mu-Sick got sidetracked at the finish line of the Ragnar Relay R*ce that just finished their relay run from Miami. Thar She Blows and Marilyn ManHoe spotted several of the Miami, Wild Card, and Fort Lauderdale hashers wearing their r*cist Ragnar shirts and invited them to join the hash. Unfortunately Buttplug, Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Jamaica Me Horny, and the others declined to run the hash since they had just run about 20 miles in the last 30 hours. However, he r*cist bastards DID decide to crash our on-home, drink our beer, and pester our Tyrant during the religious ceremonies.
Several hashers were perplexed by the True Trail marks at every check since only the hare can leave a true trail mark. Rumors were that a certain tall brunette harriette running with a pony tail who answered to the name of Just Breonna was putting those true trail marks even though she was not the hare. The trail continued on east to Gilded GILF's house for another beer stop, where Marilyn ManHoe and Bloody Treasure Chest caught each other on their technological devices.
Departing over a locked wooden gate to another whichaway in the street, the pack headed northeast around the cemetery, east and onto Palm Ave at Peary Housing, which added some confusion since the New Year's Trail marks were crossed out but went the same way down Palm Ave. The trail finally separated from the New Year's trail and went straight down Palm Ave and into the Section 8 housing area for another check, only to return back out onto Palm, right behind ACE Hardware, a fake pass at Finnegan's and right toward the Coast Guard Gate, knowing that it is a dead end. Then, we saw the Beer Near sign with the direction out after the beer stop. Luckily, the entire pack did run into the school bus parking lot and to the Yeungling on ice, with a few Jello shots left. Mu-Sick kept blowing his whistle so that any late hashers can still make it to the Beer Stop and luckily Thar She Blows and a Hash Virgin showed up a good ten minutes after the last of the pack had arrived.
After our Yeungling Beer stop it was back around the old seaport next to Dante's, with another whichaway (marked in two directions) before running along Turtle Kraals, departing the waterfront at Sunset Watersports. We then proceeded south back to the start for the on home at Krawl Off Duval, where magically the Wild Card, Miami, and Fort Lauderdale hashers appeared, while the seven large pizzas disappeared.
The Tyrant ran the circle with a large white cooler stocked with Key West Belgian Wheat Beer, which some accepted and some disliked immensely (but were afraid to complain since the beer was free). After the Circle Up Song, Down Downs were held for the hares, with our visitors, Lofty (which was sporting a hash cap given to him at the 30th anniversary of him running the hash since 1975) and Yo Adrian from South of Perth Hash, Australia, singing their home hash anthem. R*cers did a down-down for r*cing all the way from Miami, wearing r*cing T-Shirts. Several Virgins were introduced to the hash and did their down downs, including Virgin Bob from Fort Lauderdale who had to come all the way to Key West to be introduced to the hash, rather than running with such riff-raff as the Fort Lauderdale or Wild Card Hash. StrongSauce69 regailed us with glory stories from the great Agaña H3 of Guam, and sang us their Holy Hash Song.
Several harriettes exercised their option by utilizing the "Key West Hash Guidelines" and showing their tits while having a hasher do their down down for them. Allowing the opportunity for Mu-Sick to perform for SLUT in the most enjoyable down down he had ever done in his 33 years of hashing. We celebrated Casper Gasper's 25th birthday with a Spanking Tunnel, and Lofty proclaimed that it was a thoroughly enjoyable hash especially due to the magnificent boobies. After the beer disappeared, the pack went to several different on-on restaurants. Thanks to the hares for a fun Three Kings hash. It was enjoyed by all. If you weren't there, you missed out.