Texas Interhash 2014
April 4-6, 2014
Magnolia Gardens, 12101 Beach, Houston, TX 77044
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The Houston Hash House Harriers are proud to present Texas Interhash 2014. The event will mark Houston’s 35th year of hashing and it will also “just so happen” to take place on H4 run #1900. The site itself is located on the banks of the San Jacinto River, just downstream from Lake Houston and approximately 22 minutes (mostly highway) drive from downtown Houston. Its major claim to fame is that Elvis once played a concert there. The campground has potable water, water front with beach, boat access with ramp, shaded campsites, two stages and real toilets. RVs are welcome but there are no hookups. You can expect some really good local beer and shiggy trails.
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The Galveston Hash House Harriers will celebrate their 150th Run on Crystal Beach. The party will begin Friday, October 25 with a Pub Crawl on the island and a ferry ride back to party central. Saturday we’ll run for the 150th time and celebrate by drinking massive amounts of beer from Lone Pint, flippy cup, vanilla pudding wrestling on the beach, naked run, and finally more beer! Everyone will disperse after a short hang over run in the morning. Food and beer provided.
The venue will be a beach house shared by one of our generous hashers. A hot tub, screened-in camping area, and outside camping are available. The house is located 2 short blocks from the beach. In classic Galveston tradition, this will be a very laid back event…we work on island time!
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Our dear friend Shuttlecock (Jon) was lost yesteday, August 12th, 2013. He was riding his bicycle in Memorial Park when he was hit by a car. Please keep him and his family in your prayers. Services will be announced.
Here’s a pic from the pick-up hash in his memory.
Hares: Death Cab For Booty and Ring of Fire
This week we found out that DC4B is an ambitious hare. Perhaps too ambitious. In a financial squeeze, she set out to lay a trail whereby she might break even instead of going into debt. How is this done? Buy cheap shit at Costco, the Dollar store, and the Spec’s cash discount. It also helps if almost all your beer is donated leftovers. It’s been done before! One might also save on flour by laying a mercifully short trail in the peak of summer. But that didn’t happen. Evidently, laying trail with Ring of Fire is such a pleasure, the miles just melt away behind you with minimal effort. Trail, in fact, was more than 7 miles of pavement with a bit of shiggy for good measure. Many of the marks were mere sprinkles dusted from a moving car in the middle of the road. Last minute trail changes and FRB zenning caused many hounds to do parts of trail backwards and retrace their steps to trustworthy flour. To their credit, the hares managed mobile beer and water checks, that all might hydrate properly.
Some nice initial shiggy yielded an arrow across the bayou, and the pack resorted to crossing a high speed bridge without shoulder nor sidewalk to trace the bayou’s opposite bank. Going the wrong way through Fonde park yielded a view check at the Orange Show. Was it worth it? Hey, I’ll take a gander at some upcycled carney horror house some day when it’s not 100 degrees, thanks. Dollops led under 45 and through a fancy neighborhood, and it had a hill! Then back along the bayou through a shitty neighborhood. Seriously, why do people toss all their garbage where they hang out? After proceeding through Gragg Park and across a creek then through the ghetto then pounding pavement back to the start, exhausted and sweating hashers were treated to cake (more flour left unused) and of course regular snacks and beers. At least there was shade now. On-on for more…
Courtesy of: Dickrectionally Challenged, Horsefli Drivebi, Spin Cycle, and Just James
How do you like your Campbells? Here at the H4 Diner (owned by Bob Wyer!) they are only served scrambled. This was the fourth one, another promise of shiggy trail and pool ending. After navigating the I-45 parking lot, imprecise Google d’erections, and sporadic sky sprinkles, hashers arrived in Pasadena prepared for a testing trail. They had boob checks and package checks to look forward to, and a beer relatively near mark to fear. Once everyone had enough time to build up a good sweat standing on hot asphalt, the hares released the pack. Flour led directly through the location adjacent to the start where many hounds relieved their bladders before trail. A piss-poor trail right away! Trail made a quick circle jerk back to the parking lot, where HD was waiting patiently and hornily next to the first boob check. Here, surprisingly, many harriettes proved themselves not to be prudes and lifted shirts with a modicum of modesty.
Flour progressed down a sunny, grassy easement thence across a dry skeeter breeder to the first beer check. From there, toilet paper led the pack through some proper shiggy, strewn as it was with strong vines, sharp thorns, and razor grass. Winding through the cattails and across some disquietingly warm, but gator free, water, flour led to the second beer check. Lagging hounds were treated to walkers’ brew: water. Some communal check solving admitted the pack across a power line easement and finally to the neighborhood of the Campbell HQ. Tracing gluten down the concrete ditch, hashers at last arrived at the beer. Here there was nourishing food, cold drinks, a shower and of course the pool. How big was the pool? Well it wasn’t big enough to satisfy everyone, but you could say it was comfortably adequate. Once everyone had a chance to pee in the pool (disquietingly warm water again…) it was time for circle! On-on for more…
Courtesy of: CIA, Finger In The Dyke, and Platterpuss
Heard this one before? Texas is hot in the summer. Backyard pools can be a source of cooling comfort, especially after running a shiggified trail ‘neath an intemperate sun. Such was the promise effectively made by the hares this week. Virgins, reboots, visitors, and hounds who should have known better converged near the Ho parking lot in Memorial Park prepared for an afternoon of hashing and maybe a few rounds of Marco Polo. Chalk talk revealed a trail laid in traditional flour, as well as orange chalk, pink chalk, orange tape, yellow tape, chinese cigar wrappers, bespoke socks, and Ironman 2 dvd liners. There were so many pastel skin tones on trail, hounds might have been at a hash or Jason Collins’ engagement party. Loosed to the woods, the pack meandered through shiggy and drainage culverts leading to a long straightaway down the railroad tracks, past a bitchin’ piece of brush clearing equipment, thence across I-10. Once here, hounds ranged for minutes looking for the next dollop or tape or chevron, searching tracks and local appurtenances. On-on for more…