Run #1146 - New Years Tacky Formal (AKA Auntie Frank's GrowOp)

January 1, 2004

Hares: Kawky Whoreurrrrrr, On In & Halfway Down (HOTDog)
Where: Auntie Frank's Grow Op
Attendance: 41

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'Twas a blustery, cold January day in which to circle up but circle we did, all dressed in our New Years finery. Kawky Whoreuerrrrr came out determined to freeze his little pecker to death - poor thing, dangling out in the cold like that. Introductions were made, some archives, new boots etc, etc. To the best of my memory (which isn't quite what it used to be... read on) these would be Miss Universe, proto-hashers Emma, Lauren, and the archives. Off we went into the swirling snow searching for marks. The trail led us around Renfrew for a while and conveniently crossed a street at a bus route whereupon Hash Test decided to flash the bus driver. Imagine her surprise when the bus stopped and the driver opened his window to say hello. How many bus drivers has she gotten to know in exactly this way???


Hey bus driver!

Eventually the trail led off towards the west, and lo and behold right past a house containing some absent invitees to your scribe's New Years party. No time like the present to stop in and say Happy New Year. Off we roamed into the back yard where a nice snugly warm studio and offers of hot chocolate and sambucca almost derailed the rest of the run for several grateful hashers warming their toes. Nevertheless, like the mindless sheep we are, off we went back out into the elements to find the rest of the pack.


Snevil with proto-hasher Emma

Down the stairs into Bridgeland we went and came across Sorry screaming "ARE YOU?" at some poor bewildered man out walking his dog. (Note to Sorry: check out the hashers in the circle a little closer next week!) Somewhere at about this point Emma said to her shivering cousin "It's much more enjoyable when the weather is warmer" and they promptly turned around and backtracked to the hot chocolate and sambucca offer. That's my girl!! On and on the trail wound, until at last it went back up the stairs and towards Auntie Franks house. At the on-in several steamy hashers had set up camp in the living room, obliterating any view we might have had out the windows by breathing heavily and writing cryptic remarks in the steam on the glass.


Steamy window

It was revealed that the afternoon's festivities would be orchestrated by P'Tooey. The hares (Kawky Whoreuerrrrr, On-In, Halfway Down) were toasted in fine fashion and Kawky didn't disappoint the snob element in the crowd with his pinky waving madly. Who else then could better select the day's finest fashions than Kawky? The judge's nod went to Shot Spot and Auntie Frank, and Hash Test Dummy and Thunder Tits. Hash Test had on a lovely blue frock with a suspicious looking stain on the front. She told us 'It came that way'. Then twas time for a snitch, so Dr. Phil snatched Sorry from the crowd to describe his rant at the poor dog man. King Shit then received beery recognition for his 669th trail and was promptly awarded the hash shit for spewing on at length in geekish while on trail. Another snitch, Thunder Tits, started on about something but the story kind devolved into a sorry display of 'This story is all about me' and I missed the point entirely. The Bawdy then tried out the Cinderella thing on Thunder Tits by trying to wedge a stiletto heal she found on trail onto TT's foot.


Frozen Kawk

While this was going on, another hash shit was making its way to the fore to be awarded to your faithful scribe for having managed to lose her kids on trail. Now, my take on this is that I should be handsomely rewarded for raising kids with enough sense to head somewhere for a drink rather than freeze to death. This highly tuned hashing sense isn't found in just any kid these days. Nevertheless, hash shit it is. Lost It was on her 249Th trail and when she gets to her 250th trail her watch will have today's date on it. From here on the afternoon progressed and digressed and the rest is a bit of a blur. On-On!

Snevil

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