Run #801 - Aftermath

June 7, 1998

The hideous screeching of an earthworm muscling it's way through the mud awoke me with a vicious start. Morning's glory was fully evident as I staggered about looking for some way of quietly eliminating the cachaphony of wondrous nature which squaked and chewed and burped so insistently all around me.

But so much for the assembled brain damaged stragglers from the previous evening's overindulgence.
The important questions was: Who is inside my head, and why is he using a jackhammer on my dead and dying braincells so early in the morning. I staggered over toward toward scraping and popping noises which turned out to be Dreary cooking breakfast and giggling, and having a good time, and all that annoyingly happy stuff.

After breakfast the world had an entirely new, bolder, brighter rosier look: I had finally realized that my eyes were glued shut, and had pried them open with the help of a sausage, and a fork.

Dreary decided to set the crowning haring achievement of the weekend by means of subterfuge, and daring, and cunning. And so, with a very conveniently compact design in mind, he only lost 3 hashers in 5 minutes. Probably due to the rabid and very angry ducks having eaten them for having disturbed their delicate habitat the previous day. Anyway, here the rest of us were, finishing the run just before it started. A remarkable achievement indeed, but not quite the shortest run on record, which distinction is held by On-In, who (in Sept 1396) was the live hare for the evening. But... as he was bound hand and foot and about to be deported as an illegal alien at the time was caught just before he hopped out o' the bar.

A dismal display of beer drinking, or should I say SIPPING was in effect for the entire weekend, with only Tiny Bubbles holding up his end in his own inimicable style. Beer left over in cans! tons of it!

Oooohhh, the shame!

Actually I had a goo time, and I think (hah) everyone else did too.

None of the proceeding would have been so seamlessly shambled if it were not for the dedication of a large number of very hardworking, selfless local hashers.(who now owe me a beer).

You all know who these guys and gals are, in fact, from the number of people involved, you're probably one of them. So, pat yourself. ON THE BACK.

Thankyou all for making the 800th R/PU/WKND go so smoothly.

And thanks to Ranger Nicki for lending me her handcuffs.

A goo job dun well

OnOn to #850 Pole Vault


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