Hared by Snatcha (30), Saran Crap (40), Tap Dat A$$, Horsfli Drivebi and Platterpuss.
The second annual Pimp My Pool hash was upgraded for the sake of two milestone birthdays: Saran Crap turned 40, and Snatcha turned 30. They like to kick. And stretch. And kick. They’re forty and thirty years old. (Sally
O’ Malley SNL reference!)
The weekend forecast was not promising, but Sunday turned out to be a hell of a hashing day! Close to 90 hashers turned out for this warm urban run.
Warm may be an understatement. The heat rose from the pavement as we ran through the city. Although the trail was only a four miler, cautious hashers packed their Camelbaks and drank frequently.
I stayed with the pack until we crossed the 610 feeder at Westheimer. Once I crossed the street and went under the freeway, not a hasher was in sight. I headed towards Zone D’ Erotica, where I was sure to find flour. A hidden check was between the gas station and Zone D, but the pack that caught up to me didn’t find flour again until we were almost to the water wall. Not sure how we knew to go that way!
Across Richmond, a 59 feeder crossing, and we bust a U-y to find the ending on a deserted street. Block party!! Beans, a cold keg, Lone Star, and the usual hash grub welcomed the sweaty hounds.
Last week of E*RECTIONS nominations, and Geek was there to document the occasion. Outgoing MisManagement, about to wet themselves, encouraged the
proposals, basking in the glow of our next to the last hash before our term is complete.
RA tryouts were interesting, under the watchful eye of former RA’s on high, one sporting his new pink tinkerbell scrub top. Precious!
FASTER! FUNNIER!!
Enough with the circle… on-on-on to the Pimp My Pool portion of the afternoon! Tap Dat A$$’ apartment has a wicked pool park, which we took over from a saucy group of 20-somethings.
Kotex, our little spark plug, must have hit a nerve by saying something snarky to a chick who was complaining about getting wet BY A POOL and tempers flared! Hold her back!! Girl on girl action!! The boyfriend roared, and several hashers jump in to diffuse the situation. Cat fight averted. Dang, so close!
Water volleyball, delicious homemade treats, and cases of pi$$ beer were the order of the evening! Beer Run!!!
Hope your birthday weekends were hella fun, Snatcha and Saran! Thank you to all of the hares for a fabulous hashing day, and thank you, Tap Dat A$$, for your incredible hospitality! Hope they don’t raise your rent on account of your crazy drunken friends!
On-on to ERECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!
Disappointed she didn’t witness a cat fight,
Really?? F*#k!!!