Hares: Welsh People, because St. David likes sheep too
(Lakey, Pullit and One Nut Sue)
Sheep: Absolutely. Almost needed Viagra to keep up
Hashers: 61
Where: Buckingham's Ye Olde Pube
(there's an offensive joke about Princess Margaret in there somewhere,
but it's not coming to me right now)
Greetings, fellow Hashers, Hashettes and Humans (HHH, geddit? Piss off? OK then...).
So, we ran out of Buckingham's downtown, ably hared by One Nut Sue, Pull It and the indominable Lakey. That Hashmaster fellow circled us up, we had some announcements and off we went. A little hard to find the marks (ask Wet One), but we sort of stumbled our way through. We eventually headed East through the 'tard park where the kiddies go to smoke up, ride skateboards and beg for money from people with a real job ( I can just hear the social workers warming their keyboards up for a vituperative letter to the editor about social justice and narrow-minded taxpayers...). Lots of snow in there, especially the half-pipe. A couple of people tried pulling an aerial once they hit the slippery bits but the judges didn't give them many points.
The marks were pretty cool. They used 3's. I can't remember why though. Most of us perverts just turned our heads on our side and said, "Hey, nice rack!". East some more along to the Bow Trail 14 St exit, up over the bridge, and on North through suburbia, through slippery alleys and then West, North, Safeway, and the Regroup at Pull-It and Horse's place. Here's where it got tricky. A few athletic soles (I'm really on a roll here) broke ahead and got temporarily mislaid. Unable to find a pack for love, money, or intellect, instead they found the outgoing Regroup marks, and promptly ran them backwards to the Regroup venue. Top marks for effort. Said group of enthusiasts then did a 180, and ran back to the pub. The rest of the pack regrouped shortly after, chugged a cold one and also made for the pub along Memorial, over the footbridge and beer. Whee! A short write-up, but it was a short run.
Back at the pub, the service sucked like a big sucky thing, and food was hard to come by. The bar-person (threw that one in for the social justice mob, wouldn't want to give them too much material...) was a bit hissy about food orders at the bar, and directed us to the mythical server person.
The down-downs. Um, I didn't take any notes, so I can't remember who got nabbed, other than Wet One for running the trail backwards again, and of course the hares, once we pried One Nut away from his sheep.
On-On!
Choir Boy