ReHash #364

On Sunday afternoon, the "Creeker" was ready and waiting for the hashers to arrive. The beer pitchers were hung by the chimney with care and the patron had visions of pink elephants dancing in their heads. Not a creature was stirring (actually that is a lie, they were quite busy replacing the toilet in the men’s room), not even a mouse.

I have tired of this Christmas theme for the rehash – THEME! WE DON"T NEED NO STINKING THEME!

So, I arrived ON TIME to the hash with my hashing buddy Toby aka Puker. I wasn’t going to bring him, but you know that sad look dogs make… well it works. I was really looking forward to seeing Wet N’ Sticky again. I knew he would be there, since we rearranged the hash dates so we would be having one while he was in town. So we walked into the Creeker and while Puker is busy sniffing the patrons crotches and checking them all for food – I noticed the hare for this weeks hash – Country Cock. He’s sitting by himself at the bar, sipping on a beer. So I say Hi to CC, and prepare to order a beer for myself. I pull the wallet out, and realize I have zero cash. Well, maybe I had 2 dollars, but basically no money. So CC spots me a beer and we wait for the rest of the pack to arrive.

Approx. 1 hour later (I’m owing CC more than a few dollars at this point) 2 visiting hashers from Syracuse arrive. (Wax On, Wacks Off and her friend who I apologize to for forgetting the name of. I will say this, She had a somewhat unique name in it’s spelling or pronunciation and that I’m sure is why I’m having trouble remembering it. It was WOWO’s friends first hash ever, and as most virgins, she was a little unsure of the situation. Well CC ordered a pitcher at this point, and we continued to wait for the rest of the Ithaca hashers to arrive. With only CC and I, we weren’t going to have a hash, but we were talking about going for a run. Now that we had guests – of course there would be a hash run. Woo Hoo!

At this point, Butt Floss and Little Oral Annie arrived to make a short cameo appearance. Seems they had somewhere better to go that night. They helped us whittle away at the pitcher, and I think Floss might have even bought another one. Things were a little foggy for me at this point. Shortly after they left, waddaya know who FINALLY walks in. Wet N’ Sticky himself. Seems he was trying to avoid any running by showing up so late that the run was surely to be over. Ha! Not so fast Sticky-Boy. Now that the guest of honor had arrived. It was time to hash.

So we hashed – We gave Mr. C. Cock a few minutes to start a live trail, and off we went. Pretty decent trail considering the planning that went into it. (none) It had a beer stop too.

As the pack arrived back at the Creeker, we found even more (and later ) hashers. Phil MyCrackin, Calvin Klimax, and Fuck ’em and Chuck ’em were milling about wondering where the hash was.

So we had our down down ceremonies out in the parking lot. Awarding the hare, BEAB, BLAB, Bobbits, Comes lately, The visitors, the virgin, and a few other offenses with down downs. Hey wait! Some of these were done inside the Creeker. I’m having trouble reconstructing the timeline, but I do know this. We had some down downs.

I had a date with the family to see "It’s a Wonderful Life" on the big screen, so I took off a little early from the On In. I’m sure nothing interesting happened after I left.

Later…
Ball Wrinkle