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|What:||Hockessin Hash #1122 - 10th Annual Mardi Gras Hash|
|When:||Feb. 13, 2016|
|Where:||600 W. Main Street, Christiana, DE|
|What: Hockessin Hash #1122, 10th Annual Mardi Gras Hash |
When: Saturday, February 13, 2016 at 3:00 pm.
Where: Christiana Town Center shopping center, 600 W. Main Street Christiana DE
Who Hare: Wet Lay & Bunion Butt
Why: Hurricanes, Beer & Beads Dog Friendly: It’s gonna be cold and apres not really suitable for keeping the little dudes warm.
Hash Cash: $5
D'erections: From I-95 take Exit 3 (Rt. 273 West) toward Dover. In less than a half mile turn left into the Christiana Town Center shopping center (It’s got Red Robin Restaurant out front). Follow parking lot to rear of the site near Buy-Buy Baby. See Hashers. Park. Hash.Or Search for 600 W. Main Street Christiana DE Or call if you’ve got any problems: Wet Lay Bunion Butt
Dirty Wet Pussy
Do Me On the Beach
Mary Fucking Poppins
Smells Like Hash Spirit
The Wetter the Better
|Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash 1122|
So, the slobbering pack gathered up on the rather brisk afternoon of Saturday Febuary the 14th in the far parking lot of Christiana Town Centre, for the annual Fat-Ass Tueday, or Mardi Gras hash. Christiana Town Centre being named after the first whitey settlement in the area nearby and a similarly named river. With both of them being in honor of a certain Queen of Sweden who may or may not have been the type to show her boobs in exchange for shiny plastic trinkets. Though I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have done it on a day like this. It was mother-fucking cold out!
Hashers I remember being present at some point (Though it was difficult to recognize people bundled up in a half a dozen layers): Wetter the Better, Asshopper, Cousin It, Do Me on the Beach, Spunk Monkey, Dirty Wet Pussy, Just Julie, Mary Fucking Poppins, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Devil Woman, Toxic Shock, Happy Ending, Groper, Butthead, PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Mount Me, Rack Attack, Gizz Specialist, Cribsnatcher, Smells Like Hash Spirit, and many, many others.
Our hares of the day, were who they always are for this particular event: the relatively recently weds, Wet Lay and Bunion Butt.
We enjoyed the wind for a while, which made 10 degrees feel like minus 30 as we sipped on a jug of the hurricane drink, and a few of us tried to get a beer down before they froze. About 5 after 3, our hares and our RA, decided we didn’t another 10 minutes for any late cummers, a decision I happened to agree with, and off on trail we went.
We followed ribbons through a thorn field, and across a frozen marsh. Up and down a few man-made hills we went going through many, many and many more thorns and shiggy. Spunk Monkey was motivated enough by the cold to run for once, and managed to stay in the front all the way until we got to the beer stop. About a half a mile later, or a half a mile too late.
Skidmarks being one of the few people brave enough to don shorts got himself some blood on trail. And DWP, out did even herself this time, and lost a pint or two of blood down those lovely scarred legs of hers, and looking like she just escaped from a horror movie.
Trail took a left or in the direction of west, I think, until we came to a clearing. For many trees had been recently felled for the purpose of building another shopping center. Because clearly there is not enough places to go shopping in the area of Christiana.
Trail came out to Eagle Run road where we found Just Julie in a polar bear hat waiting for us with her car and some beer near. We enjoyed our brews for a whopping 10 minutes before we went back on trail again. With Cribsnatcher taking many photos, after appointing himself hash flash for the day. And we haven’t had one of those for a while.
We followed the asphalt of Eagle Run Rd out to Rt 273, then banged a left back into the Town Center, following marks until we got behind Old Navy I think, and could see our cars from there. Our habitual first In FRB, PubeHeAteHer was feeling a bit under the weather that day, or decided to hold back, allowing yours truly, MFP to be the first in, for the first time since PubeHeAteHer starting hashing with us. Soon followed, Necro, then Skidmarks, the Lost, then Groper, then everybody else, with Cousin It, taking the credit or the blame for being Dead Fucking Last.
As soon as our hares arrived, they immediately sent us to the Apres location, their place, down the road a mile or two. And there we were joined by the auto-hashing, Mount Me, Rack Attack and Smells Like Hash Spirit who had various creative excuses for not freezing their asses off outside. And there we gathered up, huddling around the wood burning stove in the living room, or trying to scarf down the food in the kitchen, even though it wasn’t ready yet. Until, that is, our RA with the aid of several former members of mismanagement decided to rudley interrupt the non-freezing of everybody with the circle ceremony. And this was still to be held outside, around the fire pit that needed a lot of help to keep going.
Circle opened up. Awards and Penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Just about everybody forgot to take off their head gear while in circle but only a few were punished for it. We finished the most of the down-down beers moments before they would have froze and headed back inside to finish the rest of the grub.
And so we enjoyed muffaletta sandwiches, red beans and rice with sausage, shrimp etoufee, King Cake and nobody found the baby, along with the jezebel sauce, some left over halloween candy, and some fine brews and booze, some of which was courtesy of the hares and not just the beer meister.
And a shitty good time was had as so we all got more than our fill. Thanks to those of you who decided to stay home because you thought it was too cold, leaving more for the rest of us. But again, you just missed another shitty trail.
Stay Tuned for Hockessin Hash #1123 this Saturday.On! On!