ReHash #310

ReHash 12.12.99

Hares Toothy and Ball Wrinkle set a beautiful trail in Virgil on Sunday which marked one of the last Ithaca hashes of this century. The wooded landscape was awesome and there was even some snow on the ground. Unfortunately, Toothy wasn’t feeling well and had to go home early to drink a Peptococktail. Ball Wrinkle wasn’t feeling well either. In fact, he didn’t feel well all down the side of his car.

Before the Nines, the official ON-IN took place at the Dryden Hotel where the Hashers swilled beer and scarfed fried food. They sure do grow ’em lonely in Dryden judging from the old dude in the cowboy hat who kissed Calvin Klimax on the cheek and then proceeded to pull down his chaps and expose a hideous pair of soiled boxers (yellow stains in the front/ brown ones in the rear).

Lo Beams was visiting from Rochester and spent more time between Ball Wrinkle’s legs than his bar stool. We welcomed other visiting hashers Lictrician from Hog Town, Canada and Phantom Pooftah from On-On Dogga.

Country Cock did a down down for purchasing land in Danby and driving a pick up. Small Sack announced that he got a new job in Oregon which requires a blood and urine test so he wasn’t drinking. Although none is required, he insists on giving a stool sample to his new employer as well. Now there’s a team player!

F*ck ’em & Chuck ’em collected accounts receivable for her Lift-A-Thon pledges which will go to the charitable Loaves & Fishes just in time for the holidays. Wow, a hasher with a conscience– well done Chuck ’em!

After we wore out our welcome at the Dryden Hotel, we proceeded to the Nines. Unfortunately, Calvin’s car would not go into reverse which made completion of a K-turn impossible without hasher intervention. We intervened; and traffic was once again moving. We proceeded inside the Nines where we dined on pizza and beer while an Irish jig band jammed in the back of the bar–near where Ball Wrinkle slept.

See you in a couple of weeks!

On-on!
Tequila Bill