ReHash #392

Floss and LOA must have set good trails in the past, because there was a pretty good turnout for their recent cross country ski hash, even though it was a little outside the immediate ithaca area. In attendance were myself, Harry Condom Junior, Spike, Ball Wrinkle, Calvin, Chuckem, Just Chris (I think), Just Jen (now affectionately known as Bitch Squealer), Little Miss Muffet, Half Monty, Hot Lips, Dances with Head, Just Jack, and I must be forgetting at least one person. Please don’t be insulted if I forgot you. And of course the dogs: Hershey, Puker, Murphy, and Maggie. Did I forget a dog too?

Off we ski’d to follow the koolaid trail through the woods. I won’t say the hares did it on purpose, but their was a long stretch of downhill, interrupted by the occasional stream crossing, it seemed like a recipe for disaster. And Half Monty, sensing the possibilities, took his skis off and walked, I believe this was after several hash crashes. After some scenic skiing, or, for some of us, snowshoeing, we came to a hash rest, with wine and wiz for refreshments. Or, that is to say, jug wine, cheese wiz, and crackers. Floss and LOA always pay good attention to making sure there are good hash rests on trail, thanks guys. Now we had to make up for all the downhills, and ski up up and further up. There was a second hash rest (good old Floss and LOA) with cider….or actually it was more like butter rum with a hint of cider. But it was warm! And we had cookies. Floss and LOA set such a long trail, that it was now threatening to get dark, and so we hurried through the last leg of trail back to our cars. We all refused to stand around outside in the cold for our punishments and rewards of down downs. So Floss and LOA graciously took us into their cozy home for the downdowns. Many accusations of hash crashes, comes latelys, forgotten mugs, and so on were doled out generously, and everyone was rewarded and punished accordingly. Just Jen, was finally named Bitch Squealer. Let this be a warning to all that no secret is safe with her. And, what with house rules and all, we’ve saved her baptizing for fairer weather. Finally, we made our happily exhausted way home. Now we are all happily looking forward to Toothy’s hash this Sunday. See you all there!

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Rowdy Bush