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| Hash Number: | 1297 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1297 |
| When: | May 29, 2019 |
| Where: | 800 Pencader Drive, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1297 When: Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 6:30pm HST Where: SIMM Associates, 800 Pencader Drive, Newark , 19702 (In the Pecader Corporate Center) Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt What Else: It might be hot, there might be ticks if you wander into tallish grass, so you know, be prepared with a dry bag, etc. Friendlies: Well behaved dogs & kids welcome on trail & probably at apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95 take Exit 1A (Rt. 896 South towards Middletown). Continue on RT 896 S for just over two miles, then turn right onto Corporate Boulevard at a traffic signal into the Pencader Corporate Center. Travel on Corporate Blvd about 0.6 mile to first STOP SIGN. Turn left onto Pencader Drive and continue for about 0.9 mile to SIMM Associates corporate office on your right. Follow hash marks to the meeting spot in the rear of the building. You can also access area from Pleasant Valley Road, but that's up to you to figure out. Or search for the address. Lost or confused? Call Wet Lay Bunion Butt | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Do Me On the Beach Jug Stain Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Port-a-Ho Shuttlecock Slutmaster Sphincter Grease Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1297 So, the slobbering pack met up in the back parking lot of SIMM Associates in the sprawling industrial complex that is Pencader Drive on a warm, humid, tornado-watch-issuing, black-clouds-threatening, low 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, May 29, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Woody, NecroPheelMeUp, Do Me On the Beach, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Spit Bucket, Slut Master, Port-A-Ho, Shuttlecock, Jug Stain, Mary Fucking Poppins, Sphincter Grease and . . .? Our hares for today were the H4 power-couple of Wet Lay and Bunion Butt whose Mardi Gras trail, which had us plunging in neck-deep rushing water back in February, was still fresh in our minds. Usually the RA is blamed for bad weather, but since no RA was around, umbrella-wielding Mary Fucking Poppins accepted all RA and weather responsibilities, though Bunion Butt could’ve been given all the weather blame since his trails have been notorious for producing cold rain, record-low temperatures and now a tornado watch. And so, as some preliminary rain fell, we gathered under the beer wagon’s tailgate and proceeded to pound some suds to quell any post-traumatic-stress symptoms we may have had from the hares’ prior trails. Bunion then began to explain his marks just as Do Me finally figured out where in the parking lot we were. Marks were to be the usual flour blobs accompanied by some green ribbon (not at all hard to spot amongst green grass or green leaves) and a Beer Near. And ‘oh yeah’, a Turkey/Eagle split, which we were assured was marked. And once Slut Master had his metal lightning-rod walking stick ready to join MFP’s lightning-rod umbrella, we followed the true-trail arrow toward Pleasant Valley Road just as Bunion Butt’s horn and the wind began to blow. On-On! And so, we followed the flour blobs which were being turned into cake batter by the more-steadily falling rain, banging a left alongside Pleasant Valley Road where we lost marks in some farmer’s field. Just then, Bunion Butt appeared to direct us back and then left down the grassy area beside the parking lot. The marks seemed to become more sporadic as we continued our path past some trucks in the parking lot and further into some shiggy where we did indeed spot some of those green ribbons we were warned about. On-On! The further we went toward the back of the industrial complex, the harder the rain started to fall until we came around some kind of man-made drainage lake. It may have been better to have gone through said lake at this point, because just then the torrential rain came, blurring our vision and soaking us to the bone. But not to fear, Beer was Near! We came upon a cooler on the edge of some shiggy beside the lake, so as we waited for all the wanks to arrive, we cracked open some cold ones and let the pouring rain further dilute the Miller Lite and PBR. We thanked the hares for once again trying to drown us on their trail, but just then, the clouds started to break and a glimmer of sunshine shone upon our party spot. Assuring us that we would simply drip-dry the rest of trail, Bunion directed us toward the Delaware Food Bank building where we would eventually find the Turkey/Eagle split, which may or may not still be visible. On-On! And so, through the parking lot we continued as the clouds continued to part. The Turkey/Eagle split was mostly visible, so the turkeys Head-ed straight back through the parking lot while the eagles chose a “more interesting” adventure, according to Bunion. The eagles crossed a drainage stream and up into some dirt pile construction site area. We found more of those green ribbons amongst the shiggy greenage to our left until we completely blew by a left turn that Bunion alerted us to with a blow of his horn. Woody and Sphincter Grease, however continued on their own path, eventually finding the actual trail while Bunion led MFP, Jug Stain, Shuttlecock and yours truly on a trail of his own making through a bunch of thick shiggy and into some people’s backyards. On-On! Then out into a neighborhood we popped where we saw Woody and Sphincter Grease out yonder under some power lines looking confused until Bunion again gave his horn a blow to alert them to cum our way. We then proceeded through a shiggy field which popped us back out into the parking lot from whence we had cum and eventually to the unwritten On In where the Turkeys were in various stages of undress. We were also met here by Spit Bucket who was dressed to run, but instead had spent the entire time driving around the industrial complex trying to figure out where the hell we were. So once all the drowned rats scuttled back in, Spit Bucket circled us up around the beer wagon’s tailgate so he could accuse the hares of getting him lost on the way in, as perhaps the H4 mark at the entrance may have been washed-away just a little. The hares drank many times for not having enough water, thunder and lightning, tornadoes or plagues of locusts and frogs on trail. Port-A-Ho declared that she was FRB, but then retracted this and gave the honor to Do Me, so they both drank. Jug Stain and Sphincter Grease drank for being from Philly and taught us a new song. Woody and Jug Stain drank for blood on trail, then Woody drank with Sphincter Grease for being the only ones to do all of the actual Eagle trail. Spit Bucket drank for auto-hashing, aka getting himself hopelessly lost and MFP drank for still managing to be completely soaked while carrying an umbrella. And finally, Woody was called upon to dismiss us in peace. Following circle, we Head-ed across the parking lot to the new Autumn Arch Brewery, which had opened tonight especially for Wet Lay, who took a chance on inviting the rest of us degenerates to her ‘job interview’ for hosting some future happy hours in July. But, we didn’t get kicked-out and did enjoy a lovely spread of sandwich makings, chips and cake provided by our lovely caterer hare. Many excellent brews were consumed and some games of cornhole were enjoyed while Sphincter Grease and Jug Stain introduced us to their terrifying ‘helper bears’, and all in all in was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1298 this Wednesday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |