Hares: On In, Rag Head, Kawky Whoreurrrr, Clutch Bag, and Super Soaker
Where: The Richmond Arms Pub, 7337 Sierra Morena Blvd. SW
Attendance: 52
The group circled up outside the Richmond Arm Pub, in the Tackiest Formals, ready to run off the copious amount of food and drink they had consumed the night before. King Shit was in his suite from the waist up, and shorts on the bottom. Hare of the Dog was in a satin dress, long black hair, and large movie star glasses. P'Tooie was in the most colorful shirt and clashing tie I have ever seen. Suck no Evil had on the cat eyeglasses and a tight long skirt. The outfits were outrageous.
We circled up and listened to a couple of announcements, then the archives and new boots were introduced. We were herded off to a lamp post to see the new marks. 01 was an on, a O with a ? were checks and an O with an X was a check back. Some of the hashers called OI OI OI for on. (The date 01 01 01). We went west through a snow packed green space, through a park, that no one played in, then carried on South through the district, and back to within a block of the bar, and we were told we were half way there. (I could see the bar, and also the trail) I opted to follow the rest of the pack, up the climbing wall, that Mydol and Richard (NB) were helping us up. We then bush wacked for about 1 km to the main road into Westhills Shopping Centre.
We then went North to the signal hill, and climbed up the stairs to the top. At the top was a very refreshing Champagne and Orange Juice refreshment. We then went back down the hill and ON IN to the bar. Here the beer was flowing freely, and the Hugs and Kisses were great.
The RA Dreary, called us to order by saying Happy New Year. The choir was picked by the most ugliest shirt and tie combo, P'TOOEY, most outrageous dress, HOT Dog, and the tackiest togas from New Years Eve, Tiny Bubbles, and ACD.
Hares were awarded their amber nectar, for having the best run of the millennium? Century? Year? Ok, ok, the day.
Pyro was awarded some nectar for running a longer run than the rest of us, because he was always running towards the group.
Archives, new boots and visitors, Cigarette Girl, Takes it Lying Down, Rag Head, Richard, Anita, and Super Soaker.
Suck No Evil was awarded an amber nectar for taking her key of her car keys, putting it in a pocket, doing the run, then realizing that she took the van key off, not her Toyota key off the ring. ACD for losing her head, HEAD, WHO SAID, HEAD, I'LL HAVE SOME OF THAT... or her bun came undone. (I am not too sure; there was too much noise from the back of the room to hear my RA)
Whale Wanker for providing us with lots of wonderful clear nectar for the last year, received the mini shit.
Lumberjack was brought up into the spot light, with the Hash Shit, it was noted by the RA that the Hash Shit was not carried on trail. We would like to award the Hash Shit to him for one more week, but he is going to be out of town for a few weeks, so he was given a water down down.
Hot In Trail, broke a couple of unwritten hash rules, she brought out two new boots, and that is great, but do not ever tell them to make up their own name in the circle. Not In Trail, went home with the lovely Hash Shit.
Specimen and Kawky, Pole Vault, Lakey, Code Dead, were all awarded some amber nectar to recognize their outrageous outfits.
Pole Vault, lost his moustache on trail, and he was telling us he was mouse less.
Mouth Full, the other half of Dirty Dancer, was no present with here husband, because she decided to go and watch people do a polar bear jump to raise money for STARS. I guess maybe she is looking for new hashers.
Kawky informed this scribe, that because his little cock, had been in the closet for a long time, he had to put SPF 30 on him before the run. It was asked if I could ask the female hashers if there was a volunteer to put on the after sun lotion. I asked a few, and these were the responses I received. Mum, Snicker Snicker Snicker. Suck No Evil, flat out No. With an alarmed look on her face. Code Dead, Blushed and laughed hysterically. (5 minutes later, she was still laughing) Hare of the Dog, looked at me bewildered, and said NO.
There were 6 children on the run, Sir Edmond Hillary, Jaws, and Super Soaker. These kids were not dressed tacky, when my own children were there and the tackiest dressers I have every seen.
Well that is all the notes I have, if I have missed anything, I am sorry, and I would like to with all Hashers a Very Happy New Year, and all the best to you in 2001.
On On!
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