A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
#462 July 17, 2005
Varna Bus Stop — Weenie is leaving us
Hares: 3 Times a Weenie and Just Aaron/Swings with Monkeys
Being the wanker I am I bailed as Weenie’s co-hare at the last minute as I had to work half a day on Sunday. I arrived to find BEEB Just Francesco and Dances, P.P and Just J.J., donning the Hash S**t, with her son just Jack. Weenie had brought along two virgins Just Katja and Just Kerry. More hashers filtered in namely, new Ithaca transplants Whacks Off and her mate Just Aaron from Bosnia (do you believe they skipped our hash weekend to get married — what wankers!), Spike and the very BLABBY Ball Wrinkle who joined us on trail.
From the bus stop we entered Fall Creek — lots of checks and false trail and lots of swampy shaggy. As we found ourselves approaching the Rt 366 garden plots trail went through he culvert pipe where nearly all hashers crawled through the pipe — even just Jack who needed a boost to get into the pipe (you couple wankers who sipped the pipe know who you are). At the end of that pipe was the first of our beloved beers stops where Ball Winkle, Parker and Toby joined us.
On across the garden plots we went back to the creek and the blaze trails. Always love the view over this part of fall creek. One of our virgins, Just Kerry left us on trail at some point as she had to get to work. Just Katja told me that she works at WVBR and later on that day on my drive home, listening to VBR, I think I heard her reading the news — can anyone say free radio plugs for IH3? just J.J. also had to leave us early, parental duties and all.
Running along Fall creek some of us spotted the beer hanging from the famous train trestle (and some of us short-cutted to get to it) the rest of the hashers crossed the creek found more swampy false trails, then back onto the blazes and across the creek to the train trestle beer stop. Many of us had a nice swim all of us had beer and Just Aaron (the Weenie friend one not the Bosnia one) displayed feats of strength crossing the trestle and back hanging form only his monkey hands.
On up and over the 366 foot bridge we went until we finally came back down to the Varna bus stop.
The ensuing circle was one of the rowdiest beer throwingest circles we have had in a long time. Everyone drank multiple times even our remaining virgin, Just Katja did not shy away from multiple down-downs (and we all here heard utter those words I am definitely cumming back to the hash, right?) Two names were doled out today. Just Aaron became Swings with Monkeys. Just Francesco, the who probably grew up with all kinds of wonderful Mediterranean food had turned his nose up at the giant container of Cheesy Poofs but found himself with very orange hands by the end of the circle and the new name of Cheesy Salty Balls. We closed the circle with a fond farewell to Weenie as he is off to Qatar — ! I think. This was truly a great virgin-hareing trail. Oh yeah we saw Weenie’s Weenie — tee-hee-hee-hee.
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