ReHash #365

For the first Ithaca Hash of 2002, I arrived at Treman Park at ten past two, to see Phil McCrackin’ with Jilly and Just Chaz, who was a virgin who’d heard about hashing from DC hashers but decided to make Ithaca his mother hash. Shortly after I arrived Hotlips pulled in, as did Spike and ET spun his truck around in the snow. Toothy and Ball Wrinkle & Toby aka Puker soon arrived also, and our hares Butt Floss and LOA soon returned from setting trail. We were warned to avoid the park trails, lest we be caught by the cops, so we knew there’d be lots of shiggy for all. So after standiing around for over half an hour, we trudged off looking for flour – not just any flour mind you, but flour mixed with carpenter’s chalk, which was light blue and barely visible on snow! After finding the elusive marks and being led down several false trails, and shortcutting our way around a park trail, we shiggy’d our way up along a creek to a wonderful sight… a beer near! After a while of drinking and eating "prejudiced" generic cookies, Ball Wrinkle finally arrived… someone forgot to tell him to take the shortcut like everyone else! So we sat around and drank some more. During the beer check, Ball Wrinkle coined the title CDO (chief debauchery officer) which he bestowed uponyours truly for memorable activities that I’ve been a part of in various hash weekends. Soon we began looking for trail again and went up, down and through ravines and shiggy, and despite lots of snow and ice on slippery slopes, ET had the only memorable hash crash of the day. Then we arrived at Butt Floss’s secret "fuck palace"… a little shack in the middle of the park woods. And low and behold, alongside the shack was LOA’s surprise: a big thermos of rum ‘n hot apple cider. Strong stuff, it was, and quite tasty… a hasher’s delight. After standing around the thermos and telling Just Chaz all the fun hashing stories we could recall, the pack soon took off and looked for flour… I think they were getting cold standing around in the snow. Ball Wrinkle and I refused to leave the rum ‘n cider, so we carried it with us and drank from it all the way to the on-in, falling the foot-prints of the over-athletic hashers that left us in their dust. Thankfully for us weary hashers, the on-in wasn’t too far away… but a sneaky cop car was nearby, putting a damper on our fun. ET came up with the idea to go down the road about a half-mile to a pull-off and circle up. Hares Floss and LOA drank, the virgin Just Chaz drank, ET drank for crashing, I drank for BLEBing, Spike drank for FRB, Toothy and Floss drank for cums lately’s, and Ball Wrinkle made up an excuse to drink, while Phil and Hotlips drove off before doing down-downs. By this time it was dark and our feet were freezing, so most hashers went home, but BW, Spike, Just Chaz and myself decided to go grab some grub at Castaways, only to find that driving on back roads in a snowstorm isn’t wise: BW and I both went off-roading (boy am I glad Just Chaz stopped to help push me back on the road!!!) and ended up comparing dents and dings to our vehicles at the bar.

Did I forget anything or anyone?!… comments/additions?

On-on-in-a-ditch,
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