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1999 Hash Christmas Party: Held at "Diverse Works" Art Studio near Downtown Houston	Hashers await the start of the Run... The rain stopped just in time, it was a little sloppy and wet, but we like it that way! (our runs and our SEX!)	Website rents additional storage for last year's High Maintenance Photo Album Click here!
Master Chugger, Oh Shit, and Turtle Brains	Mighty Mouse and Gonad the Barbarian	Sit down Halfmoon!
Halfmoon and Altered Boy (not present, Waaa) is honored for H4 Website contributions	Rear Layer zooms in on a Mouse eye view of the world	Stop 'n Blow, John Boy, SanQuintin Cream Puff, Tonka Fuck and Sperminator enjoy the annual awards
High Maintenance Get Princess of Year award	The F*ck sisters: Finger and Tonka	Hand Cream and Roller Balls ges runner up worst run of the year
Nice BRA Gaslight!!!	Gaslight and Dickless get best run award	THE FLY!!!! ....heee's baaack!! Zzzzzzz!
	Finger F*ck and Dickless Tracy	Putrified Penis gets worst run award by an overwhelming majority

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From: "Boy George"

>Sent: Sunday, December 05, 1999 12:28 AM >To: Hashlist >Subject: [h4] Hashmas party >

Okay.... Okay... more to the point. Great and glorious hash today. If you didn't run it... well, you missed truly excellent trail. That was fer sure no down stream hash trail. Since Blue Balls was a hare, I expected something really off the beaten track. The checks were very clever. Several times I came within ten feet of finding trail only to turn the other way, then find trail coming back to where I had already been from another direction, shy ten feet. Since Grind Slut was also a hare, I expected a really long trail. (Remember the half marathon trail he laid a couple years ago right around Christmas?) I was actually surprised when The Pits cried out, "Hey! I see some hashers over there!" pointing under the Elysian Viaduct, as we were following the FRB's over the new overpass near McKee St. The Pits saved our ass from running probably at least another mile. He saved the pack which was behind him and the FRB's, Roller Balls, Gaslight and some others, who either heard us yelling or realized no one was following them anymore. (Okay, The Pits, I said it. Can I have that beer now?)

The circle up was most excellent. I didn't get to sing the 12 days of Hashing; but it is still early in the season, with several hashes to go before Christmas and each one a potential Christmas party. We did sing some impromptu Hashmas Carols. Thank you San Quentin Cream Puff for your rendition of Oh Cum All Ye Faithful. Dick Head threw out a name he never thought would stick for a guy that the 5' 2"" bimbo section wanted to name Sugar Daddy for baking cookies for the hash. Sugar Daddy was way too nice a name for the H4; so Dick Head yells out... Hershey Highway!... as a joke, and voila it sticks. It was just too good. Especially the way the name was echoed across the circle. You had to have appreciated that Grind Slut. We got to welcome a new boot by the name of Ernie Hammersly. I still can't believe it. Expect to drink a lot Ernie. And a good looking transfer (about fucking time) from San Diego, La Cucarachita. We killed the keg in short order and were forced to abandon it for more swill at the party. Walking to the start we passed Cock Teaser and Dry Hose, who were way DFL.

Good swill at the party by the way, St Arnold's swill. The food was most excellent and plentiful too. I loved the spicy tamales. It was fun seeing the old timers, Dr. Strange Hash, Penis Flytrap (nice ass ;) ), Puke, Wet Spot, Oh Shit!, Catherine, Titty Titty Backcheck and others that blur my memory. It was also fun watching Sticky Lips pee. The vulva silhouetted in the candlelight was incredible (You had to be there;) Besides slam dancing with Such A Puss and Gravity Sucks, it was my personal high point of the night. Sorry Bald Eagle. Maybe next year.

Thank you, mismanagement, for recognizing the old mismanagement from last year. I didn't expect that; which made the Polaner Double Bock you gave me go down even better. I was dancing like a banshee with Gravity Sucks and Such A Puss; when Trail Head reminded me of my other duties for the evening. I hated to leave, but shit happens. That reminds me. I saw Shit Happens and Role Model there. The rotten bastard is taking Role Model away from us at the end of the year.

Good Luck to both of you and On On. Again most excellent hash Christmas party. I wish everyone a glorious holiday season and look forward to hashing with you all into the millenium. On On, Boy George

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