22 March 2009
As the cold, blustery March morning clouds gave way to crisp-clear, sunny afternoon skies, Ithaca Hashers gathered at *Shindagin Hollow in celebration of two hares’ virgin lays. Hare Butt Floss had cleverly coerced twins Just Brianne and Just Bridgitt to co-hare what was quite the picturesque jaunt through the forest.
The hounds-of-the-hash were: Always a Bridesmaid, Spike, Just Dana, Virgin Steve, Virgin Katie, Virgin Altay, and yours truly, Hard in Cider. There were also some real hash hounds, as I recall. Surely you know the ones that go with the hashers present.
Now, you’ll all forgive me for not remembering every hair-raising, back-arching, toe-curling detail, but I can assure you that the hash went something like this:
– After chalk talk, hashers gallivanted every which way to find trail, stumbled upon a false or two, and finally heard the call of ON-ON along the true path ringing loud and clear.
– Hashers trotted along trail, splashed through mud, crawled under low-hangers (I’m talking about tree branches), rolled down Shindagin’s gorge-like valleys, and skirted around landmines.
– After much searching, various YBFs (remember, this trail was set by Butt Floss), and a copious amount of complaining, hashers came upon a moldy, decrepit couch (or was it a mattress? Which makes my story more exciting?), which, under it’s depths, was hiding liquid gold, as it were: BEER.
– Beer was finished, hashers took off again. There may have been hills, pretty forest, elephants, unicorns, and curious natives bearing gifts of Twinkies, frisbees and myrrh.
– Soon hashers discovered more liquid gold! Always a Bridesmaid boasted fancy tech on trail, so hashers had an inkling that they’d traveled a fair distance. Butt Floss informed Bridesmaid that only half of trail (wink-wink) had been completed.
– Hashers took off in search of golden refreshment.
– Hashers realized that Butt Floss lied to Bridesmaid. ON-IN was spotted within minutes.
– A haphazard circle was held at Just Bridgitt’s and Just Altay’s adorable house, where there were side-sides and up-ups for the recent birthdays, and hashers attempted to sing songs without Master Baster. Needless to say it was less than successful (if only we’d had the little laminated cheatsheet).
– The hashers went in peace and perchance even got a piece.
on-on… and hopefully on and on and on,
hic