Run #1338 - Victoria Day Gumbo

May 21, 2007

Hares: Dreary and Mum
Where: Fish Creek Park at the end of 24th Street SW
On-In: White Hart Manor Pub, 11213 30th Street SW
Big Rock: Yes!
Attendance: 19

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Even as Skewbic's body trudged through the gumbo at Fish Creek Park, his mind and spirit were still trapped somewhere amid the Golden Triangle in B.C. — fighting mountains, hills, wind, rain, traffic, snow, hail and anything else Mother Nature and humans had to offer.

But it was May long weekend, honouring Victoria Day and the rest of the Day family — Doris Day, Stockwell Day and Boots Day, the former Expos outfielder — and an RA's work is never done. Saddle sores and wobbly legs be damned. His mind had turned to mush, even moreso than usual. His rapier-like wit was dulled, ever so slightly. He was truly a Dead Man Walking.

But, of course, the show must go on, and all that jazz.

So Skoob held court for the hardy knot of hashers that ended their long weekend with a trip through Fish Creek Park on a sometimes-soggy trail set by co-hares Dreary and Mum, who returned from playing golf amid the mountain hail storms.

It wasn't snowing, unlike the mountains. Or hailing. And it was even slightly warmer than it was during the chilly, dismal and rather blustery day in Calgary — although there were a few sprinkles toward the end of the slog.

No one did the entire trail — something about an aversion to crossing high waters in Fish Creek — but Dreary said no worries, it'll still be there for a future hash. In summer, of course. Of course.

But no one drowned or froze or suffered any apparent medical calamities, and everyone headed to the bar for an evening of mirth and merriment and wings and beer — or a reasonable facsimile thereof. For instance:

• Krusty got a half-yard down-down for his 469th run, and probably should have had to do another for the shortest cumulative elapsed time on trail of any hasher, ever. It's unclear of Krusty actually sees trail and marks, or just leaves scorch marks in his wake as he speeds back to the bar.
   
• Amid his brain fog, Skoob named a hasher from New Brunswick "Gumbo", which apparently has something to do with Cajuns and Cajun cuisine and things like that. Or it might not have anything to do with that at all, one or the other. But Gumbo it is.
   
• Lay 'Em managed to avoid a down-down for Luna playing the role of the pooping pooch — again, and again and again. Luna obviously got worked into a lather while repeatedly chasing the Kong toy through the wet grass and puddles.
   
• Twisty, Mum and Thunder Tits got busted for using the walking trail as a transparent cover for Girl Tawk — which means they blabbed about this and that and this and that, although none of it meant much of anything to the outside world.
   
• Duke of Hurl was cited for hobbling along the trail the day after the Red Deer M-word, and whining to Dreary about not taking down the flagging before he got there. Guilty as charged.
   
• For some reason, Bachelor Extraordinaire Dastardly didn't have to drink for taking a call from Thailand at the bar and mumbling something about honesty not being the best policy.
   
• New boot Ryan or Brian or some name like that — he was called both — bravely faced the Hash Masses without knowing anyone there, even printing a waiver off the website. Rumour has it he actually knew Sticky Lips, but she was off biking in Utah.
   
• Skewbic didn't award the Hash Thingy, either because he forgot, or he just ran out of beer — one of the two. On the bright side, at least he didn't fall asleep standing up during business.

ON ON!
Duke of Hurl

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