IH3 Trail #432: Hash Weekend!

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2004 Ithaca Olympiad of Hashing

The Ithaca Hash House Harriers began their sixth annual weekend with the simplest but most important of opening ceremonies in mid afternoon of Friday, June 18th: tapping the kegs (courtesy of Hound Whore)! From then until about 7:30, hashers began arriving, setting up tents, and putting on their togas at the 4-H camp site, getting ready for the evening’s toga pubcrawl. We had hashers in attendance from Flour City, Hogtown, Boston, Happy Valley, Cleveland, Albany, Nittany Valley, DC, and even Okinawa, in addition to good ol’ Ithaca.

Friday’s toga pubcrawl was one of the best in years, with the vast majority decked out in togas, r*nning through CU campus and collegetown, and drawing attention to themselves in a manner to make hashers anywhere proud. Half Monty did a great job with the trail, evidenced by the comments made by out-of-towners who liked CU’s architecture and greenery, as well as views of Fall Creek and Cascadilla gorges as we ran to the Palms. After the Palms and Dunbars, pizza was had at the Bear Lodge, where Karaoke and pole dancing ensued, and a brief circle was held.

After the return bus trip back to camp, Beaver Bam Bam Balls and Big Stonz treated us to a Shooting Star trail (basically a walk around camp with shots at stops every 50 yards or so). Shots included Brain Damage (hemorrhage?), Turds in a Pool, Jello Shots, and the finale: Apple Pie shots. Yells for more apple pie shots continued well into the night, and a number of hashers had a rough night because of it.

Hashers awoke Saturday morning being treated to breakfast (by Hot Lips I think, but I was pretty out of it — go figure). As Pussy Pong set up for the Olympic games, Shine On Harvard Moon (from Boston) and others got the rain to stop with a Hash blessing. So it was with a little help from the Hash Gods that the sun came out for the games, which included slip-n-slide (“Dances With Head”) relays, and jello wrestling. Pussy Pong whipped everyone into line for the competition, but somehow everyone participating went home with medals!

Around 2, buses arrived to take us to Treman state park for trail, where Butt Floss, Little Oral Annie, Toothy Lunker and Lil Miss Muffit had laid a great trail. Chalk talk was graced with plenty of chalk-dropping, and soon hashers were out on trail, which split into tough and easy trails early on. Those on tough trail got to the beer rather quickly, and waited around for the easy-goers to join us, where we had a beer-near together. Afterwards, the two trails separated again soon, but not before a View Check and going down the trail from Upper to Lower sections of Treman park. Easy-goers went r*nning countless miles and miles, while tough hashers struggled along the creek-side trail at a rigorous walking pace. Each trail had another beer-near at this point, then made their way through campsites to the buses. Some hashers lost their dogs on trail, others disregarded hash marks and went their own way, and others hashed by proxy. But once all had made it to the buses, we got a ride to the super-secret final beer near — the Ithaca Beer Co. There, we got tours and tastings at the brewery just prior to closing.

Shortly after arrival back at camp, the caterers had a fantastic meal grilled up and ready, supplemented by lake trout from Half Monty and wine from Red Crap. Immediately following dinner, we had circle, and I gave out down-downs for all manner of accusations, while Ball Wrinkle sat on the ice for a while. My apologies if I missed anyone there; also, I would’ve liked to have made those that were there drink even more; but it was a good circle nonetheless I was told. Circle ended just as the evening’s entertainment — a band by the name of Purple Valley — was beginning. They played a good selection of classic rock ‘n roll, while some hashers danced, and others kept warm near the fire. I think the band (and the 14 year old drummer especially) really liked RaidR’s beer pong table, brief glimpses of naked hashers, and a “puppet show” courtesy of Pussy Pong.

After many cries of “Naked run in five minutes”, naked hashers were finally seen in pursuit of Little Oral Annie and Releash Me, doing shots, and just being hashers. Hash Rests included the campfire and the hot tub, as all were a bit chilly in their birthday suits. The party kept going however, but I was a little intoxicated at this point . . .

Sunday morning we were treated to another fine breakfast. Puff-n-Stuff (from Boston) treated us to a fine Bloody Mary, and I lead a long live trail around the nature trail and through the pole barn, with two beer nears, before returning to the kegs.

In closing — it was a damn fine weekend with all the ingredients that make Ithaca unique. We had super-scenic trails, laid-back shit-faced drunken fun, a mix of sunny and rainy camping weather and good beer. What more can a hasher ask for?! Credit goes to Ball Wrinkle, who put this whole thing together, albeit with help from mismanagement. :o) Thanks for a great weekend!!!

. . . and the hash went in peace, and got a piece, and drank their swill. Barmen
-Dances With Head, Religious Advisor

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The Testimonials

* You guys put together a really awesome weekend, and I just wanted to say thanks again. Please pass my appreciation along to everyone out there. I still had Jello in my ears this morning 🙂 — Puff’n Stuff

* This was one of the best hash weekends I’ve been on. Scenic trails, a great campsite, fun activities, and Saturday dinner the best food I have eaten anywhere in recent memory. One doesn’t normally associate fine dining with hashing, but that meal was in a league of it’s own. — Friar F**K and Shitty Trail, Boston H3