The cold was definitely a factor in this Friday night hash,
but as they say, "The hash must go on." We began our trek at the parking
lot next to the Walnut Street Bridge, with Slick Willy taking the Family Trail and Sticky
Banana co-haring the runners. This was a near flawless plan except for the the fact
the Sticky Banana threw down a Check Back for the Family Trail, while Slick made his way
across the bridge, that happened to be in the wrong color chalk. What can I say,
brain freeze.
The runners were treated to a headlight-blinding jog across Veterans Bridge. Then
they were taken on a quick running tour past the little theater. At the Beer Near
sign the runners spotted an unidentifiable runner making his or her way to a near by pub.
This unknown runner had hare like speed, and made it to the half down without
getting caught. [WebLoser Correction: Slick Willy was
caught by ReRun McNally]
After a few beers at Pisa Pizza, the co-hares took off the a generous head start.
The hares headed out into the darkness of Tremont Street, hiding shiggy in the shadows and
backsides of telephone poles. As the hash progressed the running trail went
anaerobic, climbing to the top of Colville and taking back streets to Forest Avenue.
After leaving several inspirational chalk messages for Thunder Pony and ReRun, the
hares dropped off of Forest and made their way through the darkness to the down-down at
Slick's office. The family trail had it much easier, taking the long way down Market
to Slick's office. They showed up about ten minutes after the hares and five or so minutes
before ReRun.As the kids were busy grinding Cheetos into Slick's new carpet, the adults
were partaking in some adult beverages and unknowingly started printing out 15 copies of a
300 page hymnal Slick was e-mailed. Thank goodness the copier ran out of paper after
the first one. The hash-shit was awarded to Sticky Banana, again, because he may or
may not have caused the overlap of the co-hare and the runners. But in my defense,
since no positive ID could be made I don't think I caused any violations.
In conclusion, the hash trail was voted as being a good trail, and the co-hares would like
to say thanks to all the hashers that braved the elements to come out at play.
WebLoser Addendum: While all were enjoying frosty
beverages at the endpoint, Thunder Pony was getting crazy lost because the hares seemed to
run very low on shiggy. Despite his best efforts of arranging trash found on the
road in the shapes of arrows, ReRun (bless his heart) was not able to guide TP in for a
safe landing. Even phone messages to TP's cell were unhelpful, as all had forgotten
TP had never seen the Shangri-La that is Slick's new office. After a quick drive
back to the start, TP was found polishing her shotgun, which had ReRun's name all over it.
All learned a valuable lesson: run in pairs, carry cell phones, and get ready for a
crazy time when SW and SB co-hare an event. |
