Hares: Hardly & Twisted Sister
Where: Nosehill Park, 14th st. & Berkley Gate NW parking lot
On-In: Cha Cha's Pizza & Pub, 390 Northmount Drive NW
Big Rock: Jugs o' joy at the pub; cans at the the regroup
Attendance: 46
It'd hard to say which was the worst — the shoe-sucking mud, the bloodthirsty monster mosquitos or Whale Wanker's monologue during hash business that made Sucks sound like Cicero.
Let's see, afternoon rainstorms turned trails at Mosquito, er, Nose Hill into quagmires that caked shoes — making Duke of Hurl look as though he was about seven feet tall — and caused Buried Pleasure to almost do the splits while coming down a hill. Not to mention making the newly hitched Booty Camp bushwhack on her own without her hubby unit to avoid the muddiness.
Then there were the ever-present buzzing mosquitos, who drained enough hashers' blood to fill a four-litre milk jug. They flew into eyes, buzzed around heads and were even more irritating than Skewbic on a good day.
And Whale Wanker's never-ending prattle prompted a one-word verdict: Gong.
Welcome to the Nose Hill Hash and Mosquito Mud-a-thon, brought to you by Hardly and Twisty, aka the Svelte Ones. Hashers gathered on a warm August evening to follow a trail up this hill and down that hill at Nose Hill Mosquito Sanctuary. From the top, it was easy to see storms to the north and south, but luckily the rain held off till the bitter end.
There was even a beer re-group at the tunnel underneath 14th Street that was kinda like the Chunnel, only different. No Paris on the other side, you see. Hashers then wiped off the mud, and headed to Cha Cha's on Northmount Drive, where beer and wings and merriment awaited, courtesy of RA Rubber Made. She provided the merriment part anyway, but was too cheap to spring for beer and wings. For example:
Pink Meat escaped with only bloody knuckles from beating on the door to
wake neighbours. Chez Beater Meat sustained some heat damage to siding,
but overall everyone was OK and nobody was injure, thank goodness.
As hashers drove toward the bar after the run, a rainbow appeared in the eastern sky. It probably meant nothing, but what the hey, it was better than mud and mosquitos.
On-On!
Duke of Hurl