Bike-toberfest Red Dress DBH3 Hash #675

October 19, 2002

Hare: Thor the Wanker

Hounds: 50+

Cops: Too many

Homeless people: 1

Number of hashers that can fit in Richard Pierce's truck: 19

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Okay, next year we're having cards or signs made that say, "Hi, we are the Hash House Harriers, a drinking club with a running problem. We are wearing red dresses because: yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah." For f*@%'s sake!

Several cops showed up at Thor's place before we even got started. What the hell?? Luckily, they were nice and had a good laugh and left us alone. A homeless "lady" (I use that term loosely) joined the fun for a little while. Gilligan even gave her a dress to wear. Mad Dog, Peppermint Schnapps, and Coconut Rum were being passed around, in addition to the keg that mismanagement so generously purchased with hash cash, to ensure that we were good and drunk before the pub crawl even started!

Great turnout for the 3rd? anal Biketoberfest Red Dress Pub Crawl. There were visitors from far away places: Baaa from Charlotte, a trio of bikers from the Savannah hash, and a lovely harriette from Baltimore (oops-can't remember her name). Several Florida kennels were represented as well: Daytona, Orlando, Tampa, BVD, Jax, Palm Beach. There were 5 or 6 virgin rugby player dudes. Kiddie, Glow & Blow and Cockpit have decided to become topless rugby cheerleaders. Stay tuned for details.

So, off we went in search of beer. First stop was that one bar by the place with the thing. You know the one. Okay, so I can't remember the name of it or really anything about it except that it had an upstairs outside bar with a kick-ass view of the action below. Hashers posed for many photos with the civilians. Look for photos in the next issue of "Easy Rider!" Next stop-Froggy's. Again, don't remember much here-hung out and shot the shit for awhile, checked out the hot bartenders, drank beer. Next was the obligatory stop at Bernkastel's. Mmmm.food good. Then on-on to Fat Tuesday's for some frozen drinks. There was a drunk (non-hasher) dude desperately looking for a female partner for the Skycoaster. He had already bought tickets and his friends were pussies. It only took a little convincing for Cockpit to get her happy ass up there. Very cool ride! Thanks for the support, Divide My Pie (and for not leaving me alone with the drunk dude)!!

The last stop on the pub crawl was the bar formerly known as Robby's, but everybody had started to go their separate ways by this time. Some were at the pizza place next door and others were in Shark Lounge. The hashers, even the dudes, looked better than some of the dancers there. One of the dancers looked pregnant-okay that's just wrong!!!

The evening came to an end with drunk hashers stumbling back to the Flatulot-Shooters for more beer and Scooby snacks. The pub crawl was deemed a success-no one got arrested or "runned over." The party continued on into the wee hours of the morning. Okay, not really, we were all in bed by midnight, except Puta, who was outside TALKING!

I'm done now-it's time for bed.

See ya at the Halloween hash-

-Cockpit

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