ReHash #278

Halloween Blue Dress ReHash

Judging from all the stained blue dresses, Monica Lewinsky sure was a messy eater! It was a pretty, pretty group of hashers running around downtown Ithaca on Halloween night in their blue dresses and matching accessories. Starting out at Moonshadow on the Commons, Hare Hungman made sure everyone was supplied with a cigar. What the cigars were for was left up to the imagination (Did you hear that one of the gifts that Monica gave to Bill Clinton was a cigar holder– for when she wasn’t around?!)

We managed to pick up two curious onlookers in Moonshadow who kept up the hash-pace right up until around the HR at the Uranus exhibit. I don’t think any of us will ever look up and gaze upon Uranus again without recalling the memory of Shultzees’ bare buttocks as he mooned the hash through the glass of the exhibit!

Hungman made sure there were plenty of good treats besides cigars including bagels, calzones, and a freakin’ huge ice cream sundae in-a-bucket. Ben & Jerry’s now proudly (?) displays a picture of the Halloween Hash on their bulletin board!

Luckily, the new Mr. & Mrs. Bubbles brought their pink imitation penis back from their honeymoon and to the hash. ProJen was kind enough to carry the artificial phallus for much of the run– its pink head peeking ever so slightly from her purse!

It seems that Poopa Trooper was the only hasher to actually be questioned by the police as she short-cutted through the Ithaca High School. Graham won the award for shortest blue dress (the pantyhose were an excellent, although somewhat disturbing, touch); Toothy was sporting knee pads with her blue dress (Monica spent alot of time on her knees) and was looking smashing as a brunette; Capt. Weenie was looking extremely Roman in his blue toga (to-ga, to-ga!), Phil McCrackin’s green knit cap with pom-pom really put a nice touch on his already keen fashion sense. The author wore a baby-blue nightgown; my hair was in curlers. And the wound on Broken Pole’s forehead would have been a welcome addition to any Halloween costume– except that they were real stitches from a previous run!

The on-in at the Fall Creek House was unrestrained, undisciplined, and chaotic; in other words– a hoot! Jushad, the Bobbit, was looking good as the guy from Clockwork Orange– complete with white suspenders, cane, and an external jock-strap. After some initial confusion about which bathrooms the male hashers should use, the on-in got under way.

Mac, looking like Dee Snyder from Twisted Sister, was the RA and made sure the down-downs were flowing smoothly and rapidly. Hash-cash Pat did a side-side in honor of his birthday while Hotter Legs enthusiastically puffed on her stogey. Luckily there were some tasty food scraps in the backroom of the Fall Creek House left over from another party. If anyone who ate this food develops any adverse symptoms, it is advised that you give yourself an anema (or have a friend do it) and seek professional treatment as soon as you can get off the john!

See you in a couple of weeks!

On-on!
Tequila Bill