Run 104
Hare Crack Up
Space Room -Upper Hawthorn district.
Hounds -About 30
Weather - It stopped Raining (It always does on Mondays)
Hare Crack Up
Space Room -Upper Hawthorn district.
Hounds -About 30
Weather - It stopped Raining (It always does on Mondays)
It was a night where one would think sane people would be glued in to watch the final four, but on a cold gloomy early spring day hashers showed up out of the wood work for a few hours of debauchery. The Space Room is a bar from another planet with only one beer (Budweiser), silver haired old ladies as bar maidens and the aroma of Camels and Marlboro to linger for hours. But we all showed up there anyway and imbibed for awhile as a furtive Crack Up slipped out of the smoky Cave for a bewildering lay.
The trail basically headed up hasher alley on 60th with Alley Cat and Gus the Bus (The Biggest Dog an any Planet) leading us past the Timberline on Tabor. The rain of the lower elevations soon turned into a blinding Tabor effect snowy squall (maybe it was hail) as Never in Bed summited the base camp right below the beer check.
We were very low on supplies and feared dying right there on Mt. Tabor. Many suggested cutting what was left of Pabst Smears mullet and using it for warmth..... The beer has to be near. Robo panted his way up 68th street and interpreted the BN and BC as beer being near.
Not today, Wildman and Nice Snatch ran right by the beer. The altitude and pure rigor of the climb had sapped them of the half brain cell they had possessed. It was a false summit. I can not remember what happened after this but I believe a large dog with a brandy collar led us to the beer check and set us on our way....
The weather thankfully cracked for a minute and we descended the summit GOO Swallow and Hot Tub Pop Deck appeared as a vision on tricycles leading us to a bonfire in from NIB and Robos house.
As Kansas was nipping Memphis in the bud, we sang songs, ate semi greasy chicken and conducted religion in the Hawthorn district where it was nice to be semi normal.
Alley Cat led religion with vigor with a quirky twist.
And then Robos neighbor showed up late looking for some action as he showed us his easy Access Jeans. You have to love the Hawthorn district and Monday nights of chilling.
A very shitty run. I must give a little poke in the ribs to the hare for showing up in jeans....Just take them off and set the trail live.....Or just take them off and preset if you would like but jeans and a preset is a tease of sorts. Still a night of ribald fun.
And of course TinkerBell showed up at 9:30. I want to live in his time zone...
Its was a shitty night to be a Kahuna Hasher.
On-On
Big
The trail basically headed up hasher alley on 60th with Alley Cat and Gus the Bus (The Biggest Dog an any Planet) leading us past the Timberline on Tabor. The rain of the lower elevations soon turned into a blinding Tabor effect snowy squall (maybe it was hail) as Never in Bed summited the base camp right below the beer check.
We were very low on supplies and feared dying right there on Mt. Tabor. Many suggested cutting what was left of Pabst Smears mullet and using it for warmth..... The beer has to be near. Robo panted his way up 68th street and interpreted the BN and BC as beer being near.
Not today, Wildman and Nice Snatch ran right by the beer. The altitude and pure rigor of the climb had sapped them of the half brain cell they had possessed. It was a false summit. I can not remember what happened after this but I believe a large dog with a brandy collar led us to the beer check and set us on our way....
The weather thankfully cracked for a minute and we descended the summit GOO Swallow and Hot Tub Pop Deck appeared as a vision on tricycles leading us to a bonfire in from NIB and Robos house.
As Kansas was nipping Memphis in the bud, we sang songs, ate semi greasy chicken and conducted religion in the Hawthorn district where it was nice to be semi normal.
Alley Cat led religion with vigor with a quirky twist.
And then Robos neighbor showed up late looking for some action as he showed us his easy Access Jeans. You have to love the Hawthorn district and Monday nights of chilling.
A very shitty run. I must give a little poke in the ribs to the hare for showing up in jeans....Just take them off and set the trail live.....Or just take them off and preset if you would like but jeans and a preset is a tease of sorts. Still a night of ribald fun.
And of course TinkerBell showed up at 9:30. I want to live in his time zone...
Its was a shitty night to be a Kahuna Hasher.
On-On
Big
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