2004-Jan-14
Hares: Gilligan, Flash
Hounds: No Blow, Momma (the future Mrs. No Blow!), Amelia Airfart, Tongue-n-Groove, Wish U Were Queer, Waaayyy Beyond Gay, Papa Tard, Sunk'n Shit, Richard Pierce, Rolling Hooters, Yoke Choker, I Wear Short Shorts, Cockpit, Wee Wee, Just Todd, Just Loretta, Just Karen
Visitors: Just Puke (BVD)
It took awhile to find the start of this week's hash at Indigo Pines clubhouse because every freakin' thing on Williamson is called Indigo something-or-other. The builders didn't have much of an imagination, apparently. Some old dude that lived there approached us and hung out. He seemed very interested in what we were doing so we invited him to come along. He declined. He was probably neighborhood crime watch or something.
During chalk talk Gilligan introduced us to his "super mark," which was a big circle made up of other marks (true trail, CB 17, which way, etc.). He said we would know what to do when we saw it. He has a lot of faith in us. "Super mark" is apparently another word for cluster f*ck. More on that later...
Needless to say, this was a mostly shiggy trail. Gilligan never lets us down. We "ran" through a recently cleared field where there was a check right next to a pole with a shooting target on it. Ummm, is there something you forgot to tell us, Gilligan?? Should we have worn our bright orange vests? Waaayyy Beyond Gay decided to start ranging here. Maybe not such a good idea. Did I mention the TARGET ON THE POLE?!?
We walked under some power lines for a bit and at one point we were so close to I-95 we could practically carry on a conversation with the drivers. Then we went to the left and walked along a canal (I guess there was a canal down there--it was dark). If someone wasn't paying attention that could really suck. It was about 10 feet straight down. This is where the beer check was, and this is where we realized Waaayyy Beyond Gay was missing. We wondered if he'd gotten shot, or fell off the "cliff." Then we forgot about him and drank our beer.
On the second half of the trail is where we found the "super mark." Can you say "circle jerk?!" Wee Wee ran around 3 times before he figured it out. Some of us just happened to guess the right way because we certainly didn't know what the damn mark meant.
Went through a little more shiggy to the BN in the woods somewhere. (it was dark-I have no idea where the f*ck we were). Waaayyy Beyond Gay eventually showed up there. He said he did a 3-mile trail, just not the same 3 miles that everyone else did after he ranged the wrong way. Maybe he should get some pointers from Skinamax.
Circle: All the usual stuff plus Wee Wee earned his 25-hash whistle. And for those that don't know, No Blow and Momma got engaged on their recent trip to New York City. Dumbasses. No Blow got caught up in the moment and got all romantical and shit on top of the Empire State Building. We made them do a stupid hasher down-down and the recently engaged Just Puke joined them. Papa Tard informed us that Cummy Tummy asked us to do a down-down for her father who had passed away that morning. We observed a moment of silence (yes, we can do that when we try) and drank in his honor.
Then we went to Half Times...again. We drank and did some stuff and then we went home.
That is all-
-Cockpit
PS:
Not present at the hash were: Bone My Ass on a road trip with
Shit Dickler and a dog; and Gukin' Foofy on the road with virgin Leslie
squeezing oranges.
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