Chattanooga Hash House Harries - Past Hashes

Chattanooga Hash House Harriers

Wednesday, August 24, 2005 - Work Smart, Not Hard

Despite better judgement, ReRun McNally was allowed to organize a pickup bash, which actually had a good amount of attendees despite ReRun's involvement. Attendees were Shiggy Mama, Captain Fro Ranger (Fro walked due to a sex-related back injury), Princess Booby Cross (Booby walked too, as she wanted a dedicated block of hours to make fun of Fro), Thunder Pony, Cooter Hogg, Just Telky, Just Burke, Slick Willy, Sir Shits-A-Lot, Short & Curly, Shiggy Dropping, Shits & Giggles and several virgins, such as Just Buck (ooh, we can't wait to name him).

ReRun started from the infamous doctor's parking lot and headed everyone up to UnumProvident's Parking Lot A, where everyone immediately got lost (later everyone learned ReRun saw a pretty kitten and forgot all about dropping shiggy). The trail was picked up on Lookout Street, which then brought bashers up and across Georgia Avenue into the UTC/Blood Assurance area. After a few twists & turns bashers shot across Riverside Drive towards the Riverwalk area near Manker Patten tennis courts - or at least, that's where a well-hidden check-back was hidden. Bashers then went across Veteran's Bridge and then down the steps (man, Cooter really should have got off his bike) near Back Inn/Rembrant's/Tony's onto Veteran's and across to Pisa Pizza for a psych-out middle. Here ReRun crafted lots of neat up-and-down stairs, around earthmoving equipment and up towards and around the post office on Market Street, with the halfway being the pub Durty Nelly's.

It's mentioned that Durty Nelly's is a pub because who knew that pubs, known for gallons of beverages and everything else pubs have to offer, had a dress code? ReRun arrived to Princess, Just Telky, Just Burke and Cooter waiting and drinking. Of those 6, Princess and Cooter were the only ones with normal shirts on - everyone else had sleeveless shirts (yes, including the babies). When ReRun walked in wearing a sleeveless shirt, the pub lost its collective shit and freaked out, saying poor ReRun couldn't get a beer with "that" shirt on. It was lucky that the rest of the bashers took 40 minutes to arrive, as ReRun was able to crochet himself an appropriate shirt.

After the clothing fiasco, ReRun discovered his ID and money bounced out (that's funny) of the little basket (more laughing) he had on his BMX bike (can't breathe.... hysterical) and wasn't able to pay for his beer (hmm, who's laughing now?). After a very nice, relaxing middle (where Cooter was mocked for dumping out at the very first intersection back at Provident's Lot A and heading straight to Nelly's), ReRun started off again. A nice check-back going across the east-side of Market Street bridge only caught a few bashers, because some shot across on the other side of the bridge, never seeing the check-back. Those that did choose to read the directions took a detour through Coolidge Park then up, onto and over Walnut Street Bridge. Luckily true trail looped the bashers right to where the Market Street bikers were, and everyone then tooled around the Bijou, the BellSouth Park, several parking garages (ReRun loves parking garages) and then up around the jail/courthouse.

Here is where ReRun a) ran out of shiggy, b) ran out of chalk and c) realized it was dark. Being a dedicated basher, ReRun double-timed it back to the start and grabbed more chalk, then returned to the last shiggy mark and began writing "Go to Chili's" every 10 feet on the sidewalk. When ReRun finally made it, he was greeted by - everyone. That's right, every single basher, walker and baby in a stroller beat ReRun to his own circle - very impressive stuff. Circle was omitted because everyone was too busy laughing at ReRun's trials, and then being ticked off at the losery service that seems unanimous with the downtown Chili's. Despite all the issues, everyone said they had a great time, we welcomed some fun virgins and had fun at a mid-week bash. Footnote: ReRun was very lucky, as he found his ID and money at 11:30 that night right were he left it (at the corner of Moron Avenue and Idiot Street).