(Finger F**k asked me to review last week's H4 run-it's rather dim, but here goes...)

I arrived... to theNorth Houston start of the run a bit foggy. I had been to Catamite's "Beers around the world" party and had certainly drank my share. But, after a delightfully yuppy lunch at Cafe Noche with Shuttlecock, the 2 Monicas, and others, complete with a Bloody Mary, Hog Straddler chivalrously offered to give me a ride to the hash, since that was his ex-hood and all.

Here's where it gets a little dim for me. That Bloody Mary propelled me back into the state I was the night before...I think the hares were Boy George, Bildo Dildo, and I'm sure there were others....

I opted to slow down a bit and head out with the walkers, led by Mr.T-who by the way, walks faster than I can run! We arrived at the recently burned down Sock Hop(?) and found a check. We could see the pack behind us and we headed in. Somehow, not knowing from where, I got an energy spurt and decided the cop an actual trot as opposed to a stagger. I took off and found another check right away and found trail right away after that. This only happens to me once a year. Usually, I'm stuck in some shrub somewhere as the pack mercilessly passes me by.

The entire pack decided to go straight ahead at the check, I think Silent Pee and others, but since I'm always DFL, I had no clue as to who these hounds were...maybe it was the alcohol...but I opted to go straight to the center of the field. I heard the pack veering to the right which probablywould meet up with my trail. Low and behold, I looked down-A MARK! Ha Ha, I said, but since I've been RA in Austin, my tiny voice yelled "On On!"without much volume. Silent Pee rapidly overtook me, followed by those "others" and they went ahead. It was then just a short stint of straightaway to the end of the trail. It was preceded by a turn to the left, which each and every hound screamed "F**K!" because it was NOT the end. I was actually the first harriette in (and I received a racing down down) and promptly fell to the ground.

It gets even dimmer....the circle was pretty rowdy, and I was glad it wasn't my circle. The usual array of fines were given, but then Fire Tunnel, Slick 50, and myself received about a 6-pack of charges all in a row. Something about redheads...

We were then informed of the impending on on on with a band, barbecue, booze, but wait, there's more! As we were waiting for the additional cars to take us back to the start, something strange happened. Impromptu Nude Run!!!! Being Miss Naked Texas Interhash '95, I felt I could do only one thing...run it. It was basically a clusterjerk, circle f**k, but a good time nonetheless.

On On Ons were good, I assume. After that 6-pack of down downs, not tomention racing and an "out of towner," I hit the wall.

But... I assume a good time was had by all....

On On !!!

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