ReHash #368

2/17/02 rehash

Rehash by Toothy
Hares: Rowdy Bush and Extra Testicle
Attendees: (sorry if I missed you or if I don’t know your hash name): Chandra, Phil McCrakin, Toothy, Half-monty, Bo (I know he has a hash name), Spike, Hot Lips, TROJAN, Buck Naked (visitor/new hasher, this actually isn’t his hash name), LOA, DH,
Virgins: two females whose names I didn’t catch, and Just Guy
Number of dogs on trial: 4

Details: Well, it was a cold and snowy hash. It may not have felt so bad if this had been a more "normal" winter, but as it was we were cold. But only while standing around, which we did for awhile at the beginning due to the absence of our RA. We slowly realized we were without him and thankfully DH stepped forward and took responsibility for getting things going. Given that we had a good turn out of 3 virgins and a visitor/new comer the preliminary chalk talk was quite important. ET had a hard time giving it, as the dogs were not cooperating. They were still getting used to one another, which meant there was a lot of barking and running through (and eating of) the symbol examples. But finally we were off, up and away. I stress the up part here, which was good in a way because it warmed us up as well. After a long stretch of straight up hill we than experienced a most excellent long downhill. There was much talk that this smelled of a back check but luckily this never occurred. We finally came across a "y" where there was a really neat spring literally shooting out of the side of the hill. There was a cup supplied for drinking and everything. Bo took a sip and declared the water quite good. I don’t know if anyone else partook and hopefully Bo’s GI tract will not be protesting in the future. As would be expected off this "y" we went uphill on the Finger Lakes Trail. We knew this downhill couldn’t last forever. But luckily we soon came across a big blue cooler full of beer in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. It was a beautiful spot. We were in a Hemlock grove on the edge of a big drop off. The hares assured us that there was a great view across the valley from was we drank, but thanks to the snow we could not see very far. Also thanks to the snow the trail got a little harder to follow from here due to its steady downfall. Luckily the hares had thought to mark on trees which greatly helped. So up and away we went. And I do really need to stress that we went up because the hills are damn steep out that way. The next section of trail was the straightest r@#**@# I have ever experienced at a hash. This could have been due to the snow and we just didn’t see the check points and "Y’s". If this is true than we were damn good hashers and picked the true trail first everytime. Also due to the snow we hashers committed a horrible sin. WE MISSED THE SECOND BEER STOP.

Sad, but true. We finally came into a nice field were all signs of trail were erased. Thankfully Hot Lips, Spike and I think Trojan followed their amazing sense of trail and found our course again.

This searching for trail allowed us all to regroup upon which we noticed that we were without our Hares and Chandra. Rumor has it that a threesome occurred somewhere out in those cold woods. Burrrrrr. Anyway, we soon recognized the house that we parked our cars near and scampered down the hill to the ON-IN. We voted whether we wanted the ON-IN to occur right there or at a bar just 2 miles down the road. For some stupid reason we decided to stay there. Right after we made this decision the temperature dropped 20 degrees and the wind picked up to gusts more than 30 mph. So the on-in was quite short. The hares drank of course, but set a very bad example for the virgins (like I can talk). The virgins just looked at us confused when we sang for them to drink it down. Chandra drank for being the first to arrive. Half monty or Hot Lips drank for being last. No hash crashes were reported although one of the virgins did do a little one. Some awards came out of the woodwork. E.T. had quite the stash. He reluctantly gave the Horse’s Ass to Half Monty because of his dog. He gave a trophy that used to have a hasher with a big penis on it to Hot Lips for being so smart, and I got the Batman award for being so hard to get ahold of. Chandra reported that the reason the big penis hasher was missing from the top of the trophy was because it now has another purpose. She never really said what that was so feel free to use your imagination. Trojan drank for coming lately. And I would like to stress how nice it was to see Trojan our Grand Master (Mattress?) out with us again. He proclaimed we still sing horribly and are still a bunch of assholes.

I hope he comes back real soon. The consensus was for things to move on to the bar. I am imagining that this was the little hole-in-the-wall in Willeysville. I didn’t make the trip. Hope everyone made it home okay.