Posted on January 21, 2013 by Gispert
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Hash #678 Grape Expectations 1/20/13
Hares:
Hot Lips and 4% Erectus (FIRST LAY!!)
Hounds:
Master Baster
Flesh Flaps
Kickstand
Tastes Like 10th Grade
Ookie Cookie
Spike
Ass Full of White Man
Flesh Flaps’ Loverboy (Whose name escapes me at the moment, sorry!)
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10littlehalf-mind-boys-and-girls!
10 Little Half-Minds gathered at the Cornell Orchard sales room on Rt. 366 for the FRUITIEST Hash I’ve ever seen. Baster was decked out in a head-to-toe neon orange outfit and Flesh Flaps was adorable in a strawberry embroidered head wrap and watermelon undies on the outside of her running pants. The rest of us were lame and claimed that our rainbow attire represented fruits and berries of the same color. Beer and snacks were all fruity – GOOD BEER, I might add – mmmmmSaranacCherryWheatmmmmm and strawberry newtons, strawberry ice cream oreos, lime corn chips and popcorn. Ok, there’s no fruit in the popcorn but it was devoured with much appreciation and I must mention it because the air popper died in the service of our bellies. RIP Air Popper. You served us well.
Trail was VERY DETAILED and we paid attention as best as we could — half of our mind was frozen, though, and the other half was, well, you know, absent. Poor Spike kept wandering off in the wrong d’erection and we lost Baster to a ‘short cut’ for awhile but he found us again at the BN. The lovely photo attached was snapped there.
The Plantation’s pavillion provided our next respite though we didn’t linger long –
the winter chill seeped into our souls so we slugged our lagers and lumbered on.
(Feel free to read that last sentence out loud, your tongue will thank you.)
Hot Lips and 4% Erectus had an inkling that we might need at few warm-up spots along the trail (No idea why, it was so warm and not windy at all…). Following hot raspberry Post-It notes through the Plant Science Building at Cornell, we admired the fruity wall mural and the heated air contained within. A barn below the orchard also provided; a temporary shelter, a murky moment involving a darkened room & a lonely hammock, and a possible source for the zombie apocalypse beneath the floor. We know what research is REALLY being done at CU!
Grateful to have circle indoors, we thawed out and took the down-downs we deserved. We had a little defuckalty thinking of songs, vowed to do better next time, and the Hashit was passed on from Hot Lips (who claimed to have cleaned it) to Ass Full of White Man (who swallowed something slimy). Flesh Flaps won the Most Fruity Award and was rewarded with a box of delicious, yet abrasive if not eaten with milk, box of Fruit Loops. Tied for first place was our hare, Hot Lips, making a surprise last minute entry into the contest with a veritable cocktail of fruit on his boxer shorts. We were all impressed with the size of his fruit basket.
On-On!
-Tastes Like 10th Grade