Hared by Cums Anyway, McPisser, Stuck on the Bone, Closet Queen and Just Sheryl
 
Daylight savings spring forward made the F*@k-Meat family feel luxurious for sleeping in.  Damnation… we lost an hour!  Lots of chores to do, then throw together some semblance of a toga for the always fun Ides of March Hash!!!  Toga! Toga! Toga!!
 
Beautiful spring weather and a centrally located hash beckoned the masses.  One hundred and two hashers came out of the woodworks, meeting at Heights and 7th and drawing the usual attention of the urban dwellers enjoying the outdoors. 
 
Cums Anyway had her marketplace set up in the median peddling the appropriately green Ides of March hash tshirts.  How can you resist Giggles?!
 
The creativeness of the hash knows no bounds.  Some worked hard on their toga “look”, and others… not so much.  Thanks to those who brought extras to share!
 
McP*sser introduced a new marking to H4 at chalk talk (apparently leveraged from the Friday night rogue), BIFFY…beer is far from you.  Anxious to see what was in store, the hounds were off.
 
Down 7th to White Oak, through a little shiggy, and some decide to do the water crossing instead of cross the bridge.  Not this hasher!  I took the long route up the bridge to merge with the walker’s trail for a bit.  Heartache and Grind Slut walking??
 
We wind around to Washington, and continue through the streets of the Heights until we came to an underpass at 45 with a beer check.  Divine!  On-on to the second half of the trail.
 
Trail led through some fragrant shiggy, a charming little nook of the city, lined with soiled clothes and linens and countless empty 40s back in the woods to Hogg Park.
 
The pack crosses the freeway overpass on Quitman, and we see the on-in at White Oak Park.  Hallelujah!
 
The hares had cooked up some delicious chicken gumbo, and were serving the usual post hash delicacies, as well as ice cold St. Arnolds Amber.  Nothing gets a circle lit like St. Arnolds… or Maudite.  (I chose to drink my 2 little bottled beers and be designated driver.  Okay, it was way past my turn.  Way…)
 
Mama’s Boy served as RA for the day, with a little help from Grind Slut and McP.  We had close to ten new boots and about that many visitors.  Reboots galore, as the RA had each one give their reasons for being away as he ran past them.  Chaos.  No one cares why you were gone as long as you are back!!  😉
 
Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!  Time for the Toga Contest!!  Everyone who thought that they should win the toga contest went into the circle to parade around in a line to strut their stuff.  Men first, and then the ladies… first, second and third places won a certificate and their very own bottle of ALCOHOL! Congrats to the winners!
 
Some in the circle were blinded by Dick the Boy Wonder’s n*t knuckle as he bent over to “pick something up” in his one and a half yards of toga material… commando.  
 
But no one strutted harder than Speedo sporting, grape dangling, tiny toga wearing Just Mike.  Possible names were GrapeNuts or Man-Naste (play on Namaste yoga), but he seemed to love GrapeNuts, and we can’t have that.  He went down as Just Mike, and he rose as “Dangleberry”.  Congrats!  You earned it!  Pride is a small price to pay.
 
Virgin hare, Just Sheryl, was almost named BJ Barista for “servicing over 40 hashers with BJ’s, and left others wanting more”, but it was tabled.  There was an attempt at naming Just Marge, who was passing out blows of her own, but that was tabled as well.
 
The on-on-on was at Onion Creek, and C3PeeHoles sent us off with the beautiful sounds of the Star Wars theme playing on his bagpipes!
 
Since BM2 and I did not join in on the festivities at Onion Creek, I have posted McP’s email with his “Random thoughts about yesterday’s hash”.
 
On-on!  Blarney stone, and all that jazz,
Really? F*@k!
 
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Wow, what a huge crowd yesterday with over 100 hashers – many of whom
actually wore togas! Amazing what beautiful weather and the perfect storm
of March holidays and a central location will do for the crowd size.
Hopefully this is an indication of what the summer runs are going to be like
this year as well. Oh, and the ononon at Onion creek was equally amazing –
don’t think I’ve had that much fun at an ononon before with 50 ppl singing
hash songs and laughing the night away. The energy was electric –
especially when we sang the Hooter Bill song and when C3PHoles fired up
the bagpipes. Many of the other bar patrons asked about us and a few said
that they wanted to run with us. Some of the newbies are gonna stick I
think too. It is truly remarkable the influx of younger hashers that we’ve
taken in recently that “get” what the hash is about. French Drip and
Toolbox couldn’t believe their eyes as they said that they only recognized
about 20% of the hashers yesterday. Cool!

Oh and congrats to Just Michael who was named Dangleberry & Just Sheryl who
was defloured on her virgin lay.

Anywho. I’m looking forward to the 5 big days of hashing events this weekend

Wed – The St Paddys day pub hash
Thurs – First running of the spring Ho
Fri – Happy Hour in honor of Oh Sh*t
Sat – Venereal Equinox GH3 run.
Sun – PP Birthday H4 run

onon,
tired mcp