ReHash #391

December 22, 2002
2:00 p.m.
Fall Creek House, Ithaca

Ballwrinkle somehow convinces Mrs. Ballwrinkle that todays event is one for her to attend. Afterall, NO RUNNING! Another factor, it’s the Holiday Hash, Toothylunker and Fishy Fingers will be there, Calvin and Chuck’em may even attend, “oh, come on, it will be fun!” So off we go to the Fall Creek House. We arrive right on time (now there’s a twist) and Ballwrinkle beeps his horn at Spike as he enters the bar. Spike doesnt recognize Ballwrinkle in a different car and with a pretty woman! We discover that we are the first 3 to arrive and there is a question as to whether or not the hash was to begin at Castaways. Mmmm, as we think it over, beer is served. Then Rowdy Bush arrived after a several month hiatus from hashing, followed by another drifter, Swinglow. Both have not been hashing since fairweather times. Half Monty also arrived shortly thereafter and lively conversations and beer drinking were enjoyed by all. Seeing as it was cold and this was considered to be a pub CRAWL, we loaded up in cars and drove to the Chanticleer for more beer and some rowdy hash singing. Our harmonies and clarity were not appreciated by other bar patrons who were there to watch a football game, which, of course, only led to even livlier renditions of some old favorites.

By this time we realized that certain named hashers were not going to be attending, and decided to make a few phone calls to harass them for not being there. After only receving answering machines, we then discovered the beer had made us hungry, so we called Max’s at the Holiday Inn for directions(from the Chanti)…ah yes, it’s the little things in life that give us joy! We walked the short distance to Max’s and were glad to have some awesome half price appetizers (Half Monty’s suggestion…do you think there is any connection here?) Of course, the savings on appetizers was offset by Spike’s aversion to cheap beer, so , well, enough on that!

After satisfying our hunger (and thirst too), we decided to walk to Benchwarmers. Spike, Rowdy and Swinglow rode the glass elevator outside Max’s and Half Monty did a splendid job of mooning them and anyone else who may have happened to be around, but I think they missed the moon because no one mentioned the radiant glow! Benchwarmers was closed, so we went to the bar next door and had some more beer there. Swinglow and Rowdybush ordered MORE food which we could do because of the poor decision to order a bucket of Coors Light, yech! From there, we all split up and went our separate ways, as the snow was starting to hammer down.

If you happen to see Swinglow in the next several months, he may look different to you, as he had a fashion consult from Mrs. Ballwrinkle, who encouraged him to keep growing his hair. (Hey, if you’ve got it, FLAUNT it!) You may not see Rowdy Bush for awhile again as she was relentlessly tortured all evening for accidently revealing at the beginning of the day that she was not going to date again until after Christmas. Note the implications that could lead us to. (all the things she DIDN’T say she would give up until then!) I sincerely hope she achieved her challenging goal! So, for all you who had some lame-o excuse for not showing up, you missed a great time!

Cheers, or ON-On or whatever,

Mrs Ballwrinkle