ReHash #390

Hello, Half-Minds!

I just realized that I have yet to write last weekend’s rehash as I said I would! So here I am, I’ve reconed a computer from a fellow hasher here in Delaware to write away (right away!)

The reason I haven’t written it yet is that the fog from last weekend still hasn’t cleared… For the life of me, I can’t remember what happened! Anyway, I’ll do my best to make my imagination seem beleivable…

Arriving late, F*ck-Em & Chuck-Em and I missed the pack by an unknown amount of time so we followed the empty beer cans and junk-food wrappers to the first mark. I ran (no really) behind F&C and we listened intently, trying to grasp at least a faint call of ‘On-On!’ There was none. We followed the trail until the trail ran out and luckily, ran into the pack,looking lost and confused (well they should…They WERE lost and confused.) Fortunately for us, we must have short-cutted and were immediately rewarded with BEER at the 1st beer check. Attending were Spike, TIUTAL 1/2 Monty, Dances with Head, Butt Floss, Little Miss, LOA, Just Jen, and Hershey. The BEER was cold, and I didn’t think ‘The Beast’ tasted like that as I’ve only drank (drink, drank, drunk, but mostly drunk) warm Milwaulkee’s Best Beer.

Spike and Monty were complaining that some ruffian scratched out our marks! Probably someone upset that we were trapsing around the bird sanctuary (Of all things!) Anyway, with the help of Hershey’s nose for more beer and boredom for our slowness showed us where the trail went… right near the Fall Creeker, but we didn’t stop! No, we instead took a side trip to view the splendor of the Ithaca Falls! It was really quite stunning, especially for a toothless man and his mangy dog (…or was it a mangy man with his toothless dog?) who were catatonic nearby the falls.

We then went up into Cayuga Heights, and nearly were plowed down by a doctor racing around the curvy road risking his own life and ours to save a dying old lady at the hospital.

We then dipped into the woods and back to the on-in… Due to the high wind conditions at Stewart Park we adjourned to the Creeker, but not before taking a Floss pulled sled-ride and Monty’s conundrum about how to let wayward hashers know where we’ve gone: To the bar, of course!

Down-down’s were administered in abundance per Dances’ orders… and it was good!

Sorry to those who missed it!!!

On-On!
Calvin