The run started at the YWCA on Waugh just north of Memorial, slated for a 4 pm start. The first false trail was laid by “We Blow Dick” when she gave the wrong directions to the start (of course she would have to drink for this later). Apparently hashers familiarity with this territory minimized the effect of this glitch. It was after 4.30 before the pack started with ominous thunderclouds surrounding the horizon. Trail was discovered in a pocket of shiggy located behind the Y. It is rumored that someone yelled “On-On” at this point and everyone, except “Geek”, followed. The trail turned to pavement heading south on Montrose and a check appeared before one of the Memorial street overpasses. Trail was picked up beside the overpass heading down towards and paralleling Memorial. This trail split and ended in two falses one across Memorial and one on top of an abandoned railroad bridge. The real trail continued south on Montrose picking up in the middle of the Memorial overpass with check placed on the Allen Parkway intersection. By now the rain coming down steadily keeping the hashers cool and anxiously anticipating an arduous, climatic conclusion. Lighting crashed in apocalyptic fury as the hash made its way through the slums and driving rain in the inhospitable region west of downtown Houston. The unflappable determination of the group was severely tested at this point as the heroic runners were spurned on by their passion for a refreshing, slightly hallucinogenic beverage known as “beer”. Just as the hashers seem that they might be done in by the elements, by the sheer contempt of the indigenous witnesses, and by thirst; the hellish storm begins to break as the pack makes its way from the wasteland to the fertile green pristine fields of the Montrose area. The weary runners seem rejuvenated in the prospect that they may reach their quest. And as if by divine intervention the hopes of a completed journey are buoyed further by a group of friendly male supporters assembled at a local establishment called Heaven. With spirits lifted the daring group was able to complete their journey ending up at “Scott’s” pad and imbibing their psychedelic beverage. Cookies and chips were served for supplementary nutrition. After a brief period of rest the group gave thanks to the Beer Gods for a successful journey by joining in the ritualistic circle culminating in the intense period of introspection called the “accusation”. A record three hashers were named at this event; Trevor shall henceforth be known as “Betty Cocker” because of his apparent attraction to transvestite cooks. Juna acquired the name “High Maintenance” due to her refusal to use Duracell batteries in any of her assorted vibrating devices; and young Corey was named “The Menace” for not putting his toys up when he was finished playing with them. After the circle ritual was completed the remainder of the 10 kegs was consumed. The remaining revelers were directed to the On-On-On at the Aquarium bar where more beer and Star Pizza was consumed, “Such-A-Puss” made the music picks, and “K-Y Bitch” provided the male entertainment.    On - On "Mr. Limp Noodle"  

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