Run #1297 - The Longest Checkback Ever
August 28, 2006
Hares: Suck Her Prunes, Tastes Like Chicken
Where: Key West Bar & Grill, #201, 1104 - 6 Av SW
Big Rock: Cheap and plentiful
Attendance: 42
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If the Calgary hash ever decides to open a Hall of Fame to honour
things such as Longest Checkback Ever, then Tastes Like Prunes and
Sucks Her Chicken — or whatever their names are — will become
charter members.
There was the two-kilometer roundtrip beauty to the 14th Street
Bridge, not to mention a couple, uh, rather lengthy ones in the
Sunnyside-Kensington area — just before the steep climb up the
stairway to heaven, or in this case, Crescent Heights.
The trail along the ridge offered gorgeous panoramic views of
downtown Calgary and the Bow River on a warm and sorta hazy late
August evening — assuming anyone wasn't too tired from all the
checkbacks to notice.
The memory of those long buggers paralyzed the pack as it stood at a
check far above the curling club. Nobody really wanted to run down
the steep hill, fearing that the co-hares would mess with them again
and make them trudge back to the top.
But the group gingerly decided to make their way down, which, miracle
of miracles, was actually the right way. Then it was just across the
bridge to Prince's Island and back to the always hash-friendly Key
West bar, where it was a night of hello agains and goodbyes. For
instance:
- Sumpyton and Squeeky, whose farewell tour lasted longer than any of
Barbra Streisand's, are finally leaving for Victoria after milking it
for weeks on end. They're allegedly leaving by the end of the week,
but King Shit needs to provide photographic evidence that the moving
vans actually arrived.
- The long-lost On-In and Clutch Bag actually showed up for once. On-
In denied rumours that he was still suffering from haggis food
poisoning from the Robbie Burns run. But Clutch Bag showed no ill
effects from her hash layoff, flinging beer with the best of them.
Fortunately, she didn't win the Hash Thingy, which no one would ever
see again if she did.
- Wet Wipe — remember her? — returned from her trip to Atlanta and
Dallas with only a slight Southern twang and an appreciation for
grits and double-wide mobile homes, not necessarily in that order.
She has also ditched her entire wardrobe in favour of overalls in the
winter and Daisy Duke shorts in the summer, the latter of which made
Krusty extremely happy.
- Wet One was incredibly excited that she'll be saying hello again to
all her future Einsteins and Winston Churchills when school starts
next week, assuming a profanity-laced tirade is her way of saying it.
- Rubber Made continued her crusade not to become RA again next year,
even going to far as to invite four pretenders, er, contenders up
front for a down-down. Hey, if George W. Bush can serve two terms,
then why not Rubber Made? OK, bad example.
- Duty Free joined Dastardly for the long trek from Redwood Meadows
and showed up at the hash again. The happy couple jogged along the
ridge above the city, and Dastardly even turned down a chance to jump
in a limo that included some well-dressed people who were about to go
for a ride of some sort.
- Tiny Bubbles greeted the hash in the circle with some sort of
unintelligible banter about the HHH website, a firewall and hookers
with their pants down. Perhaps it made sense to someone, or maybe not.
By night's end, Sumpyton and Squeeky received almost all the hugs,
handshakes and kisses they could handle. They trudged out of the bar,
and walked down the darkened street after rejecting the idea that
maybe they could hitchhike to Victoria — which would be a really,
really long checkback.
On On!
Duke of Hurl
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