IH3 Trail #420

REHASH–#420: LOA & Floss’ Hashwarming House Trial

So here I am, sitting in my office, looking out the frost covered windows at ice-covered Route 590, and the tragicomedy of vehicles slamming into each other because they apparently think THEIR vehicle has more traction than other cars when driving on solid ice and its so cold out that the salt can’t melt it, when I began to think back to the last time it was WARM, and SUNNY, and I was able to RUN outside…..and it all started to come back to me as if in a drunken haze–it was Saturday, January 4, 2004, and I was at the special Saturday Ithaca HASH, and it was 62 degrees on the big bank clock in downtown metropolitan Trumansburg…..and we were wearing SHORTS and T-Shirts outdoors in January in upstate NY, and we were SWEATING!!……and suddenly from the back recesses of that drunken haze, a little voice came forth and reminded me: "You volunteered to write the rehash, you stupid fool!"

So, without further ado, here it is:


Hashers near and far were summoned to T-burg to celebrate Butt Floss and Little Oral Annie’s new crib housewarming, and it just happened to be a full moon, so the WCNYFull Moon hash was slated to tatke place that evening. More than 25 hashers turned out for the occasion at the NAPA auto parts parking lot, almost as many from Flour City as from Ithaca, with several virgins in the mix. It was truly the nicest January day ever seen in these parts.


After the usual chalk talk, the pack was off searching for flour, found what we thought was true trail, and promptly began confusing "X"s with those silly threepronged forks in the road that Floss is so fond of. Once we got that sorted out, after a tour of ALL the back streets of Trumansburg, and a chance meeting with Trojan, one of the original Ithaca hashers circa 1987 (who was out RUNNING instead of HASHING), we finally got to go off road and onto some trail, where we spotted a "BN". Refreshments were soon fournd behind the old Trumansburg fairgrounds (home of the annual summer Grassroots music festival and HASH).


Then we were off again, finally found some good shiggy on the T-burg high cross country trail, then back to Main Street, where we crashed a funeral party at a bar for the second beer stop.

Half Monty did his best to pick up one of the mourners, in true hash style. Skull was about to break out into song, "My name is Jack, I’m a necrophiliac.." but was fortunately led out the door by the sight of yet more flour. So we ran around another neighborhood before finally arriving at the OnIN in BF and LOA’s backyard.

Many down downs were had by virtually all present. The hares drank for a shitty trail. Cums latelies drank for that offense. Visitors drank. Skull and Mr. Stiffy got to drink twice, for both being cums latelies to the IH3 and for being visitors from FCH3. Hot Lips drank just for sticking around for the OnIn, for the first time in two years. Stonz and (Dr.)Minky drank for being the BLEABS–they were there a whole day early! But since Minky was ill, Stonz drank twice as much. We saluted Minky getting her Ph.D. with a social. Bobber Balls didn’t get to drink at all, because he spent the entire hour of the OnIn and then some, trying to find the road back to Floss and LOA’s from downtown T-burg (about 100Yards), and got a ticket while doing it.

The circle adjourned to indoors, where burgers and weiners and other assorted hash food was served. Strip Jenga took place in the living room. Skull left his mug at Floss & LOA’s, where it was promptly kidnapped and defiled, and is most likely being held for ransom to get Skull to attend more Ithaca hashes. Then it was time for the Full Moon Hash……but that’s another story.

OnOn,
Mr. Stiffy