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| Hash Number: | 1160 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1160 - the Flyers Hash and Magic Carpet Ride's 40th Birthday Hash |
| When: | Oct. 29, 2016 |
| Where: | Xfinity Live, Philadelphia, PA |
| Hares: | Magic Carpet Ride | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1160, the Flyers Hash and Magic Carpet Ride's 40th Birthday Hash When: Saturday, October 29, 2016 at 3pm, HST Where: Xfinity Live, 1100 Pattison Ave., Philadelphia, PA 19148 Who Hare: Magic Carpet Ride What Else: If you have not paid Magic for your reserved Flyers ticket yet, please bring her $$! Park in the Xfinity Center lot, same place as we parked for the Flyers Hash last year. Trail will be a BEER MILE!! After that we will tailgate in the parking lot until the game (7pm), so bring chairs. Questions? Contact Magic Carpet Ride GO FLYERS!! | Hashers |
| Butt Lite Dancing Fool Digital Dick Do Me On the Beach Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1160, Flyers and Magic Carpet Ride’s 40th Birthday Beer Mile Hash So, the slobbering pack met in the Citizens Bank (Phillies) parking lot (after the Xfinity Lot was declared full) in always-sunny Philadelphia, PA on an indeed sunny, pleasant, upper 60-ish degree afternoon of October 29, 2016 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Magic Carpet Ride, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Do Me On the Beach, Butt Lite, Digital Dick, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Groper, Dancing Fool and ...? Our hare for the day was Magic Carpet Ride who somewhere between claiming this day as her own and becoming “over the hill,” forgot what exactly a hare does. Arriving fashionably late (30 minutes) to her own trail after a few segues and emergency committee meetings, she emerged from the toaster-mobile asking, “So ... am I supposed to do something?” Fortunately, the rest of the slobbering pack who had claimed some prime real estate in the Phillies lot were sober enough to guide the events into some semblance of an “organized hash” (an oxymoron indeed). Since Magic had declared earlier this week that trail would be a Beer Mile, Pube provided some ass-isance with his handy-dandy “Map My Run” app to “mark” an out-and-back ¼-mile “trail” (high-pathetically marked as no one seemed to have any chalk or flour in the vicinity). And so, our RA Skidmarks began to prepare the table of beers for the Beer Mile participants while everyone brought over cans of the best running fuel ever created, Miller Lite. The “rules” of the Beer Mile are that you must drink a beer to start, then run ¼ mile, drink a beer, run a ¼ mile, drink a beer, run a ¼ mile, drink a beer and run a ¼ mile. Simple. While Magic Carpet Ride was fed information on what she should explain for high-pathetical chalk-talk, Butt Lite volunteered as tribute to be the official time keeper. Skidmarks, PubeHeAteHer, Magic Carpet Ride, and yours-truly were the only ones at the “starting line” with beers prepared, while the rest of the slobs decided to complete a dry mile and Do Me declared that she would assist in “corralling” any staggering runners if needed. For some reason, all of this set-up took about as long as scouting and marking a trail would normally take, but eventually we were ready and Butt Lite gave the signal to commence drinking. On-On! Once we had downed our first beers, we were off to the sounds of cheering from the parking attendants. Down to the curb at the end of the parking lot we dashed, then back again to more beers ... except for Magic Carpet Ride who had decided to “sweep” her own trail by remaining at the beer table. The rest of us chugged away and ran away while Skids began to turn a little green and make some zombie sounds. When all was said and done, only two drinkers reached the “On In” with Pube clocking the fastest time of 8:15. So, we celebrated the only way we know how ... with more beer as we circled-up. Magic Carpet Ride was serenaded for her shitty trail and for being a shitty hare. The dry-milers drank, then the drunk-milers drank. Magic awarded Pube with a medal, which doubled as a bottle-opener that she got from overachieving in a 10k last week. Dancing Fool got distracted from picking up trash on trail and drank for DFL and Digital Dick was called-out for auto-hashing. Magic Carpet Ride was given a proper side-side for her 40th trip around the sun and finally, Skids ended this long, drawn-out shit-show by stepping in for Woody and declaring, “May the hash go in peace!” Following circle, we traveled at least two or three steps to our tailgate chairs for apres. Magic had pizza delivered to the parking lot for us to soak up beers past, present and future. Eventually, it was time to head into the Wacho-Center for some Flyers action and although the game did not end in the Flyers’ favor, a good time was had by all and we got to watch a fight a few sections over from us. All in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1161 this Saturday, the Halloweenie/Lost Boy’s birthday hash.On-On!NecroPheelMeUp | |