Hared by McPisser, Where’s Your Seester and Roll Model

A last minute, centrally located trail thrown together by McPisser was just what the doctor ordered!  We assembled at 3:30pm in the median on Heights and 7th Street for a live urban trail laid by McP and Where’s Your Seester.  Roll Model graciously volunteered to shag and bring the snacks, and Pull the Plug supplied the beer.  The hares were off around 3:45-ish hash time, and the pack followed 12 minutes later.

The trail was between 3 and 4 miles long with no “official” walker’s trail, although McP did lay a mark for the walkers to shorten the trail to about 2.5 miles.  I looked for the mark, but I didn’t find it, so ran (ok… wogged) the whole trail. 

The hounds ran through parking lots, along the bayou, over bridges and railroads.  Ultimately, we had to cross the slippy, green, corroded concrete-lined bayou to get to the end, which was a warehouse lot that we ran through earlier in the run.  Many of us were soaked from slipping into the bayou while crossing, but thankfully, there was a convenient water faucet to rinse the crud off before the on-in.

Not many accusations for the hares… we were just thankful to have a trail, but Where’s Your Seester did get floured for being a virgin hare. 

Several new boots attended from 8 Inch Crack’s tri group, and it seems that hashing is right up their alley.  One virgin tri-hasher was elected beer b!t@h for the day, and later received a down-down for giggling over the dirty lyrics of the hash songs.  Welcome, tri-guys!  Hope you cum again, and bring your friends!

In attendance were a few visitors from all over, as well as returning hashers, named and unnamed, who haven’t been to the hash in a while.  A recent new boot returned, surprisingly, after running his first hash, the bogilicious run, in his bare feet.  A purist, indeed.

There was much rejoicing when the hash finally agreed on a hash name for Just Fernando.  He went down as Just Fernando, and he rose as I.N.S., or I NO SWIM, from last week’s near drowning incident. Congrats, I.N.S.!!!

McP was aiming for a 2nd naming of the day for Just Ken.  Since he reportedly did the most grotesque teabag at last week’s bogilicious hash for wearing new shoes, McP wanted to name him Teabag Barbie.  Others suggested just Teabag.  We could not agree, so we tabled it until next time.  

Foamy p!ss beer flowed, but not for long.  The keg was empty before the circle was complete.  Horsefli and others scrambled to share random cans of beer tucked away for safe keeping, but the circle was over before we knew it. 

We took the on-on-on to Onion Creek for some good bar food and the wall-o-beer.  The rain chased us in from the deck for a few minutes, but everyone returned shortly to continue the merriment. 

Thanks to the hares for nice trail and a budget-friendly on-in!  The hash made about $130 this week… good news for the upcoming Christmas party.  On-on!

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