737... I admit to some slowness on my part. One week later the significance of those primitive etchings purporting to be aircraft finally dawns on me. 737s, of course. It's been awhile since I've actually hashed, and I did have some difficulty in reacquainting myself with the principles underlying the indiscriminate, non-directional dashing about in search of ---- what???

DEPARTURE TERMINAL:

Suds & Spuds

DEPARTURE GATE:

Draughty pavement in front of Suds & Spuds

My ETA:

19:01 hours, Glory be!! the pack was still there - quipped DREARY, it was a short run!!

PASSENGER PACK ETD:

19:10 hours

CAPTAIN:

LAP DOG (AWOL)

HONORARY HIJACKER:

LUMBERJACK (also AWOL)

CO-CAPTAIN:

KAWKY HORROR, advised us of initial in-flight conditions, with an optional meal plan at some future point at Thai Sa-On, tickets from the AWOL pilot and hijacker. In-flight beverages were restricted till ARRIVAL. A left-handed passenger count revealed 3 stowaways, an archive and 2 visitors, of one SEX and the other, including our mid-western southerner, DUKE OF HURL, back for some marathon or another.

NAVIGATOR-IN-TRAINING:

DUMPSTER, still actively mapping the flight path

FLIGHT ATTENDANT:

TINY BUBBLES indicated route markers [the 737's, closely resembling unaligned H's!] and announced TAKE OFF.

WEATHER EN ROUTE:

Of no consequence - neither rain nor snow, nor sleet or hail, etc

FLIGHT PLAN:

Across 57th and north up whatever that road was to a checkback, and down the hill for another, and west of 57th for a third. Perplexed, the passengers queried in vain, but co-pilot KAWKY was at a loss. Flight Attendant T. BUBBLES was still on the tarmac, having missed take-off.

SUPERSOAKER's private jet, piloted by the towering Scotsman ON IN was observed to have veered south off course altogether, with FLIGHT 737 in chilled pursuit. Across a field near a school (?), up a little side road, and SUPERSOAKER's jet was again tracking some unidentified aircraft insignia. This time, however, he was definitely off the flight path, and more astute navigators were prevailed upon - they were PYRO, SMIRK, GOOSEBUMPS, 16$, WET ONE, NEON, 007, SHACK SHOCK, KING SHIT, POLE VAULT, etc and others too numerous to mention.

The rest of the flight was a blur, well not really, we turned out west again, round the hillside, down to the river, rather everyone else must have. TWISTED SISTER, having crocked a wing, and I quite ably brought up the rear, as BAG O'POO's aircraft manned byPEEKABOO steered us down to the bike path and up the hill again, cresting the top back to where we started. And still, there were those who ventured in the dell (the long way round!) and yet came in ahead of us.

DE-BRIEFING:

  • Not warm enough for an objective judgment.
  • No lifers (the Golden Triangle remnants) arrived to tell their tale - no one else would listen! - Bobbin Robin, Skewbic, Knobby, 4 Teats, P'tooie, & Lakey, also
  • Thong Q back from somewhere out in Montana.
  • The RAs downed and were downed in return; Lakey for misciting Neon's 150th as 100th , and Knobby received the Hash Shit, for being!!
  • I suppose visitors and archives, and bashers, (Clutchbag and ACD in this company) were downed, and Neon's 150th was duly noted.
  • The wings were good, the steak sandwiches not bad, and the yellow/brown/golden stuff that does wonders for one's hair was in abundance.

Outside the skies greyed as the heavens opened, while inside hashers caroused ...

THIS TERMINAL CLOSED TO FURTHER TRAFFIC...

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