A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
Billed as the early Blonde Bimbo/Lucky Leo hash and being “Up Behind Greek Peak,” I knew I couldn’t miss the last hash, so I was rather distressed to be driving further and further past Virgil with no signs of Van Donsel Rd. I turned the car around, and drove back into Virgil, only to find one possible road that could have been the missed turn, and it was missing the sign on the corner. Getting desperate, I called Pippi Schlongstocking for directions – my suspicion was correct, that unmarked road was the correct turn – and look, there was a small washed-away “HHH” on the ground below the missing sign!
Talk about payback – exactly the same situation that others fell into at the previous hash, where I was the hare. Oh, the irony!
Well, arriving to the start, I found just about everyone milling around and getting warmed up. The hares were there (Toothy Lunker, Helen Yeller, and Little Oral Annie), as was nearly-virgin Just Jason, Mouthful of Clam, Tits Out For Us, Nut Roper, Master Baster, Butt Floss, Cocksmith, Pippi Schlongstocking, Jiffy Lube, Just Sue, Spike, Hot Lips, myself, and a slew of canines. I changed into hashing attire and chugged a beer, just in time for chalk talk.
After chalking and talking, we ran off in all directions, calling “on-on” and “are you,” we were on. The trail guided us through a few nice running trails, past a couple of barren ski lifts, and to a Turkey-Eagle split. Most of the hounds went downhill with the “Eagle” or “Easy” trail, but Nut Roper, Just Sue, Just Jason, myself, Helen Yeller and Toothy ran (okay, walked) on the “Turkey”/”Tough” trail. After 200yds, we started to cross a virtually vertical ski slope, when Toothy stopped us – the Turkeys turned and went a little bit off the trail to see the Eagles far, far below. They were beginning a murderous ascent, and were pretty darn well exhausted by the time they reached us.
Having been reunited with the Eagles, the other Turkeys and I resumed trail. What can I say – the trail was pretty long, with no sight of a “BN.” TOFU though was seen rolling in the mud, in her Hashit shirt, and some silly FRBs found a Back-Check, but eventually Beer Near was seen. Yippee!
That first BN had quite a bit extra beer and snacks, which we wondered about. Toothy gave it away by saying that this was the next BN also – tempting some of us to just skip the second part of trail. But after much consumption, all of us went back out on trail, bushwhacking our way through the woods for a while, before looping around to another trail, and back up the hill.
The second BN looked rather familiar, and somebody had broken into our beer and snacks – oh wait, that was us.
Most of the rest of the beer and snacks were consumed, and we started to get itchy for trail again. Pippi, Nut Roper and Spike displayed their asses quite well for the rest of trail, and plenty of private parties ensued.
After getting a few things sorted, Down-downs commenced. Among those that stood out – TOFU gave the filthy Hashit to LOA, Mouthful Of Claim gave me the Bobbitt award, and the Turkeys drank for not going up the ski slope from hell. General wankery ensued, and a shitty time was had by all!
On-on,
-Dances With Head