Run #1413 - The Labour Day Shutdown

September 1, 2008

Hares: Skewbic Hare and Mucky Dip
Where: South Glenmore park - West Parking Lot
On-In: Friar's - Glenmore Landing
Big Rock: Frothy Jugs o' Trad
Attendance: 33

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On a day when the Esks absolutely hammered the Stamps in their Labour Day showdown, Hurricane Gustav just nicked New Orleans, and summer in Calgary turned into late October in one day, the most jarring sight was this:

Lamb Nuts doing a spastic dance to some horrendous and loud country-music song blaring from the speakers in his Beverly Hillbillies-like truck. As a public service, Bobbin closed the truck door, locked it and stole Lamb Nuts' keys.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kiwi had a spare set, and the musical carnage continued — at least until the circle started.

Best estimates are that it'll take at least six months of therapy for anyone who saw Lamb Nuts' Dancing with the 'Tards display to erase it from their memory banks. Oh, the horror.

A visibly shaken pack gathered in a parking lot in South Glenmore Park at the Rez to follow a trail set by Skewbic and Mucky Dip, just four days after a baby bear was spotted in the same area.

Luckily, there were no bears this time — or a heads-up in the circle either — just a big beaver chomping on trees and later swimming through the wetlands, followed closely by a duck.

After a trek through the woods, and a beer re-group somewhere in the middle of nowhere, hashers found their way back to the parking lot and onto Friar's Pub in Glenmore Landing, which has become a regular hash hangout of sorts.

RA Dr. Fill, with the previous week's Hash Thingy he won in tow, conducted business and handed out down-downs, accompanied by Whale Wanker — remember him? — leading the Worst Choir Ever.

Baby and Krusty were also part of the choir, but, make no mistake, it was a Whale Wanker production from beginning to end. He sang just like Sinatra, as long as you remember that Frankie is now a corpse.

From his off-key renditions of songs known only to whatever floats around inside his brain to upbraiding hashers for singing with chicken wings in their mouths, it was Mr. Wanker through and through.

It was a performance for the ages, the Dark Ages. And, in a bit of poetic justice, he also won the Hash Thingy — ostensibly for disappearing on trail and never showing up at the bar the previous week, although insiders know his musical performance played a key role in his "victory."

In other business:

On-On!

Duke of Hurl


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