The third annual reboot reunion began in The Heights. For some reason, Letch felt the need to start the run at the HEB store on 11th street, but due to limited parking, most of the Hash would need to park a 1/2 mile down the road at the Kroger. I talked to Letch the night before at the Full Moon and he stressed the importance of the trail being precisely 3.8 miles long. Of course, most of us added a 1/2 mile to that by parking at the Kroger. So what's my point? There is none, make up your own.

Nikki was the only hare at the start, the hounds were an unruly bunch. "The trail is laid in flour..." etc. We took off to the north and hung a quick right. The night before, Letch also made it clear that in addition to being precisely 3.8000 miles long, the trail also had to be pavement only. Short cutting is always a nice diversion on a road run (even when it turns out to be long cutting), so at the next turn when the trail headed north, I kept on going east. I soon picked up trail east of Heights Blvd. For the most part the checks were pretty easy to solve, that is except for the one that Letch laid in the middle of the Fiesta parking lot (that a truck was parked on top of). The trail meandered back and fourth and eventually led to Vara's Lounge just West of I-45N. The On Home was marked with the letters B E E R and a large arrow, Nikki's personal contribution.

Most of the pack made it in within 45 minutes and got to work swilling down the four kegs that the hares had supplied. In a brief encounter with Whiner and Squeaky Dick I heard the horrors of masturbation on demand and urine refrigeration.

The hairless wonder, Grind Slut, circled up for down downs in the field behind Vara's. The hares did down downs without incident. There was a new boot, one of Cum College's boys. As would be expected there were lots of reboots, so many in fact that G.S. decided to forgo the usual process of "who are you and where have you been?" and just let everyone drink their beer. I did, however, get a chance to talk to Scum Puppy about his recent absence. He is almost finished with the hormone regimen, "my transformation will soon be complete". Letch should have done a down down for flagrant promotion of competition at the hash. Puber eventually won the oldest hash T-shirt contest after extended debate on whether the shirt had to be from Houston. I think a better contest would have been for the T-shirt that had gone the longest without washing. I'm not sure who brought the most reboots, I think I was at the kegs when that went down. On to accusations. Small Johnson does a crack dealer down down for wearing a beeper on trail. The highlight of down downs had to have been the large rat scurrying across the power lines above us, always a crowd pleaser. The circle suddenly disintegrated as the food was brought out. Next Week: Cum College and Gerbil Herder lay a trail

The main dish was chicken and broccoli gruel. It smelled like dog food but was actually pretty good. What is the taste equivalent to beer goggles? I never made it inside to the On On On. A good hash ... nobody died.