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| Hash Number: | 1322 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1322 |
| When: | Nov. 9, 2019 |
| Where: | 222 Delaware Street, New Castle, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher Smells Like Hash Spirit | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1322 When: Saturday, November 9, 2019 at 3:00pm HST Where: Sonora at the David Finney Inn, 222 Delaware St, New Castle, DE 19720 Who Hare: Cribsnatcher with food by Smells Like Hash Spirit. What Else: Well, our founder is back at it ... so you know, expect a Crib hash .... Friendlys: Trail probably dog and child friendly. Not so much for doggies at the apres. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take the exit for Rt. 141 East/New Castle. Go past the airport, Rt. 13, and William Penn High School and take a left onto Rt.. 273. Then bear right onto Delaware Street into Old New Castle. Sonora is on the corner of Delaware and 3rd. Look for parking on the street. Park, walk to Sonora, tab starts at 2:45pm (per Crib), have a pre-lube beverage, wait for Crib to figure out what the hell he is doing, and hash. On On On: Crib has 8 tickets, no charge, to "Beer Can - A Love Story" at The Queen on Saturday night. A film by Steven Shitsberg -- a turn-of-the-century hasher, aka Gordon Delgorno aka Film Brothers, a Wilmingtonian OG. BTW, it's sold out -- so get your tickets from Crib, if interested. More info: The world premiere of Beer Can – A Love Story is happening at 6:00-10:00 PM. on Saturday, November 9, 2019 at The Queen in Wilmington, Delaware at the conclusion of Wilmington Beer Week. Tickets include entry to a VIP after-party featuring a limited-edition beer brewed by Wilmington Brew Works just for the premiere. The Bottle and Son of Can will be on hand for photos, and many of the noted personalities from the film will be in attendance. BOTTLE & CAN themed LIVE music by Shelley Kelley and Bar Flies, and lots of fun surprises for YOU! | Hashers |
| 7th Hole Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Closing Time Cribsnatcher Dead End Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins RaidR Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Triple A-hole Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash #1322 So, the slobbering pack gathered up once again at Sonora at the Dave Finney Inn on the fine brisk afternoon of Saturday November the 9th, 2019 AD. Hashers present at some point included: RaidR, Do Me on the Beach, Slutmaster, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Magic Carpet Ride, 7th Hole, Triple A Hole, Butt Lite, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Mary Fucking Poppins, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, F-6, Closing Time, Woody, Dead End, Toxic Shock, Devil Woman, Groper and many, many others. Our hare of the day was our long lost founder, Cribsnatcher, with help of course from the proprietor of said establishment, Smells Like Hash Spirit, who had a number of other projects and banquets going on at the same time. And so the hashers hung out in the warm inside and a few outside until Cribsnatcher came out for the chalk talk. He informed us that they would be marks, which surprised some of us. These marks were to include, a few checks, a few falses, a check back or two and a blow job. After further questioning, there was also a planned beer near. Soon enough we were off. On! On! A mark or two was found taking us through the town square. A check or two and a false trail or two were found on the cobble stone streets, and eventually it led us out to Route 9. Here we found a check, however the FRB’s found some trouble finding the true trail. Thus giving the DFL’s, being led by Crib, a chance to catch up. On! On! After noticing what direction the hare was going in, we did eventually find marks going that way. Though a field we went and followed marks around that took us in the general direction of the river. A few FRB’s including Skidmarks and F-6, over shot that direction by a block, as true trail snaked around a few buildings. Though it eventually brought us back near where we started. On! On! The marks took us all the way back to Delaware Street. On the corner of which the BN mark was found with an arrow pointing in the general direction of where we started. Seeing that no effort was made to transport the hash coolers anywhere. And we doubted that Crib planned on buying us all around at Jessop’s or the other pricey saloon near by, us FRB’s assumed we were being directed to go back to the patio of Señora to enjoy a brew. And so we did. So we enjoyed a brew or two and were given a choice of trying to follow the second length of trail or just sitting there until the hash was over. Unsurprisingly, option 2 was what the majority of the hashers took. And here we were rejoined by Triple A-hole who somehow got lost in the beginning, as well as the auto-hashing Groper who was well enough shocked to see that we were all back so soon. Soon enough the minority of hashers who still show up for a little exercise were off. On! On! We found a few marks going down turd street and then they became harder to detect. Here what was left of the pack split up. With a few going off on a genuine effort to complete true trail as it was intended to be done, while the others decided to take a leisurely jog or stroll along the river before heading back to point A. On! On! Some how both groups reunited at a bench facing the river where a check was found that seemed to lead nowhere. F-6 and Closing Time spent a few more minutes trying to complete trail before giving up, while Do Me and Toxic decided to jog along the pier and the rest took the shortest way back possible. Anyway, after we all arrived, more or less, our RA for the day Woody, who unintentionally volunteered earlier at chalk talk by yelling “Circle Up” because nobody else had yet opened up circle. Being plastic cupless, for the the second week in a row, honorary down-downs were taken once again. Our hare took a few swigs from his bottle of water for fucking things up again, and for not fucking things up nearly as bad as we all expected. Our first in’s and last in’s drank. Our interruptus, but not all of them drank. Lost Penis and Skidmarks drank for overachieving for doing their stair climb fundraiser earlier that morning. And one or two accusations were thrown around, but even though it wasn’t even 5 pm yet everybody wanted to eat all ready, so the circle dragged on no longer after Crib attempted to give away tickets to the movie he was headed off to, and the mandatory announcement about the annual Superbowl Party at Pube and Necro’s house was made. After the hash went in peace, we adjourned back to the red room, which Smells Like Hash Spirit seems to keep available at all times just for us, as it would be unusual for her to receive more than one day notice that we are going to stop by. And so we were treated to more fine and interesting grub including some tasty vegetable chowder, fresh steamed mussels, a fine assortment of gourmet breads, pita chips with crab dip and a few other things. This to go with a few pictures of beer as we enjoyed ourselves. All and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1323 the PubeHeAteHer birthday hash. On! On! MFP | |