A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
"I saw Hale-Bopp… It was to die for"
Disclaimer: The veiws depicted in this ReHash are not neccisarily the views of the author. They are merely rediculous concoctions in a never-ending attempt for the "author" to be "funny".
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Hammond Hill Hash # 233
Snow on the ground and a chill in the air made it difficult to beleive that spring was upon us but, taking into consideration that this is Ithaca, it was understandable. The trail, well marked, would have undoubtably been revered by Art who is so fond of a cherry Kool-Aid(R) trail. Had False Erection, or Broken Pole been there, I might have been inclined to join them for a refreshing dip in the pond found along the trail and then basked in the sun on the dock but alas they too were absent. I was quite daunted that other former "regulars" such as Blue-Butt didn’t show, so much in fact, that I took a gratuitous spill for them. Skull was unpresent and missed the goodies which I am quite certain he would have enjoyed. Those who were there, The few, The Proud, The (insane?) fought the biting wind, the icy conditions, the innumerable false trails (see note) and the urge to swim in the pond and to go under the dock (despite the warning) and were rewarded for it (some more than others.)
Note:
I fear that the hashers are becoming spoiled. Premium Beer and fine cheeses, nuts, bread, and… CORN NUTS! They have lived the good life and it pains me to see them no longer checking out the false trails, no longer leaving the check points after the fifth has arrived, no longer leaving the hash rest until picked up and prodded. Now all they want is beer and goodies on trail, and a smorgasbord afterwards. Are we not hashers? Perhaps we can have the next hash catered by a 1st class caterer, we’ll all dress in formal attire, and speak like Thurston Howell from Gilligan’s Island and eat tiny sandwiches and baby corn and fish eggs. Perhaps we’ll do a hash using limousines or just get someone else to run while we sing songs and drink beer, no, how about champagne. Actually, I think I may have something here!