IH3 Trail #449

Rehash for trail #449

Location: Castaways

In attendance: Toothylunker and Tala

It was a beautiful day for a hash. I had been hemming and hawing all morning long about whether I would make it to this one. Dances called to see if I would be hashing, and if so, if I could bring flour along for the live trail. Since he called me, a vicarious hasher, I suspected that the number of hashers showing up for this one would be small. I finally decided what the hell and agreed to hash and to bring the flour. I was also quite willing to be the live hare. So I grabbed the dog, Tala, and found the old bags of flour in the garage and headed down to Castaways. We arrived at Castaways at about 2:20 to discover that Tala and I were probably the only ones to show up. I went inside Castaways to find about 5 barflies hanging out, but no hashers. I checked out the deck at Castaways to find, yet again, no hashers. But, since I brought the dog there was officially 1.5 hashers in attendance so a romp around town seemed in order. At 2:30 Tala and I were off to Cass Park. We didn’t bother with the flour (sorry if anyone else finally did show up). We checked out the waterfront trail for the first time and played over in the defunct dog park next to the Treman marina. It was lovely. We made it back to the truck about an hour later to still find no other hashers. We next drove home upon which I opened an Ommegang beer and cheered to the hash as I drank it down down down down.

Toothy

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Rehash number 448 3/4?

It was a rainy, dreary morning Champaign morning as I boarded my Syracuse bound plane. I booked at 9:00am flight, getting up at 5:00 am to drive up to O’Hare, racing to get home and hash. Lick my Nipple wanted me to stay longer but no I said — I must hash! (not to mention it was the only flight I could get). As my plane descended over the mighty Finger Lakes all I could think about was the not-so-vicariously hashing Toothy in her pink teddy.

I got to Castaways at about 2:05 – no hashers in sight. I hadn’t check my email since sometime Saturday – did they change it? Called Floss who said that he had talked to Dances and thought no-one was showing. Left at about 2:15. On-on to the grocery store, bought some flour and some beer.

This is the part where I was going to have met up with the with a bunch of Cornell Coeds who where going Spring Break bikini shopping when we proceeded to do a topless peck-developing group-virgin hash. But alas such falsified rehashes are not so necessary. Made it home later in the afternoon. Dabbed a bit of flour, drank a few beers and I still had the Yogi song in my head from earlier in the weekend (yes it’s sad but true, LMN)

So I guess technically the number is 3, or 2.5. Isn’t great NOT to be a wanker, Toothy. Just tell me one thing, did ya where the Teddy, no wait it’s best I not know.

Hound WHore