Hares: Lost in Space and Lost In Space's Old Lady (LISOL)
Where: Their Inglewood Love Lair
Big Rock: better than home brew
Attendance: 48
Hola, hashers, it's pop quiz time!
What do you do when life gives you lemons? Salt the rim, add tequila and make margaritas!!! Then get Goes Both Ways to serve them.
How many margaritas does it take to make a hasher happy? Two. As long as it's served with about 10 beer.
And finally.... How many Mexicans does it take to screw a lightbulb?? Juan. Get it?
Yes, it was a night of Tequila and Tacos care of awesome amigos Lisol and Lost in Space. A gaggle of hashers gathered in Inglewood on yet another balmy Calgary summer evening (a whopping 8 or 9 degrees) for a night of fun, frivolity, and of course, drinking heavily. Chick Lick was in fine form filling in for absent Hashmaster Skewbie, who is rumoured to have actually headed to Mexico due to an unfortunate misunderstanding of run directions from the hash website. Sporting a chic yet terribly sexy sombrero, Chick Lick circled up the group while stating "I'm gonna turn this sombrero into a Mexican serving dish...best $5 I've ever spent". Oh, I don't know, Chick Lick, it seems to me that those fancy super dooper boober tassles were worth your trip to the dollar store!!!
The pack gave live hare Hyena a 7 minutes headstart, which Hyena claimed "Hey, just like my wedding night". Archives Jaws and Raghead were welcomed back and the group was off. But then again, this group has always been a little off.
The group tore through the quiet village of Inglewood, uprooting trees, shrubs and small animals. There were ups, there were downs, there was shiggy, there was bush. Hashers ran. Fun was had. Mosquitos were swatted. Can you tell I have absolutely no frickin' idea what happened on the run? Anyhoo, we were graced with a drink stop at the weir, thanks to Dr. Fill and some ambitious walkers, ok, mainly the baby stroller, carrying the heavy cooler up treacherous trails just to ensure hashers weren't thirsty. Dr. Fill's strength was unbelievable, and how he had the strength to carry the cooler after his wedding weekend...we'll never know. It's all about stamina, people. At least that what the guys tell me. Many congratulations to Dr. Fill and Buried Pleasure on their recent nuptials. Next up...Sticky Lips and Pull My Woody. Geesh! I hope this isn't bloody well catchy. Speaking of sex, and let's face it, when am I not, there was a sighting of a certain Dreary and Mum sneaking back to the house shortly after the run began..presumably for some raunchy sex while the rest of us were out running.
Back at Chez Lost and Lisol, hashers were treated to margaritas served by the infamous Goes Both Ways while Religious Advisor — ex con Master Beater meted out punishments like he had to get back to jail or something. Some of the highlights:
The hash then enjoyed an absolute yummy and elaborate spread of tacos, salad and chili, courtesy of our lovely hosts. Thanks again to Lisol and Lost for their gracious hospitality. Adios, amigos.
On-On!
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