IH3 Trail #414

Rehash — weekend of 10/24/2003

It was the weekend before Halloween, and all through Ithaca, the ghosts and ghoulies were getting restless. One hash wasn’t enough for those wankers, so they had three.

Saturday, Oct. 25th — It was five after 3 on a beautiful fall day when I pulled into the parking area by Monkey Run for Bitch Squealer’s hash, and I was greeted by Mr. Stiffy and a six-pack of Shipyard PumpkinHEAD ale. Mmm . . . head. Soon, Bitch Squealer, Jar Jar Twat and Just Dennis pulled in as well, followed by Half Monty and Just Hershey. Costumes were worn by some, including a lion’s mane outfit on Monty, a werewolf outfit on BS, and Jar Jar had a scary looking mask too I think. Also, apparently there was a virgin, Just Megan, who arrived before we did and disappeared, since her truck was there but not her. After waiting around, drinking pumpkinHEAD ale, and listening to BS fret about where Just Megan and certain no-shows were, we said to hell with this, and went on trail. On-on we went, around some fields, we found Rowdy Bush on our tail, past an unmarked check, into the woods, and up and down hills, until BS brings to my attention a major fuckup on our (my) parts. We’d forgotten chalk-talk!!! Whoops. So at the hare’s request, we stood around in the woods waiting for the DFLs Jar Jar and Just Dennis to catch up, and we waited, and waited, and then gave up, figuring this was a very prolonged murky moment. On-on we went some more, finding a "CS" a few steps down the trail. CS — cum stain? No! A candy stop. After a trick and a treat we went on, until the first BN, and there was much rejoicing. Jar Jar and Just Dennis found us there finally, claiming that they missed the unmarked check and had been lost. Likely story! Before continuing on, we wrote our names in the Monkey Run trail log, and then went back the way we came. After another CS, going up and down some fun ravines and ridges, we found a BN and a sack of beer, hidden cunningly by two sticks placed overtop of the bag. So we drank and enjoyed the beer, and left to finish the trail. Upon reaching the cars, we found Just Megan, who’d be wandering around for the previous 2-3 hours by herself, then hopped in our cars and drove to BS’s apartment.

Jar Jar fired up the bbq grill while we gathered the circle together, and down-downs were given out for the usual offenses. The hare drank, virgins drank, bleabs and blabs drank, murky moments drank, etc., etc . . . Soon after, we ate burnt meat, drank, and waited for the housewarming party to commence.