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| Hash Number: | 513 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #513 - our annual Red, White, and Blue Hash |
| When: | July 7, 2004 |
| Where: | 801 Shipyard Dr, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Deadhead Gomez | Message |
| What: Hockesssin hash 513, our annual Red, White, and Blue Hash When: Wednesday, July 7 at 6:30pm Where: The parking lot of Frawley Stadium and the Outlets. Who: Deadhead and Gomez Instructions: Wear your RWB!! APRES IS NOT DOG FRIENDLY D'erections: Follow signs to Frawley Stadium and look for H4 past the stadium. From the South, I-95 North to Exit 6, Maryland Ave. Right onto Maryland Ave., then another right onto Read St. Right onto S. Madison St. From the North, I-95 South to Exit 6. Go through three lights, make a left at the fourth light onto Martin Luther King Blvd. Go through two lights. Make a right at the third light onto S. Madison St. (GO through lights that are green). | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| HASH TRASH Hockessin RUN 513 7 July 2004 Cold, Wet and Blue Hash This was officially billed as the Red, White, and Blue Hash, but Mr. "Law of Averages" must have gulped down a meteorological Viagra pill because he really got it up for us. Or else the weather godess lost bladder control and cut loose, saying, "Gotta Go!, Gotta Go!" Anyway, we got hit by a thunder and lightning storm with torrential rain of memorable proportions. On this Wednesday eve, it rained felines and canines. Noah was seen building a fiberglass ark on the Kirkwood Highway. Our hares, Deadhead and Gomez, wept quietly as they watched their hash marks wash into the Delaware River. A quick look at I the pix will clue you in on what it was like when we gathered in the parking area of the outlet stores just past Frawley Stadium on the Wilmington waterfront. So, with brave hearts (i.e., Hash brainlessness) and with no letup in the rain, we got off on a delayed slog through the petro-toxic wasteland of the riverfront. We didn't need hare-laid stream crossings and stinky ponds because the whole fucking trail was one endless flash flood scene of rivers, lakes, and swamp terrain. Hounds slipped and almost drowned. Sneakers disappeared into the black and gooey quagmire, and hounds went off trail because the hash marks were long gone. The beer stop must have gone down like the Titanic—lost forever. Most of the hounds shamelessly short-cutted what might have been the trail, but nobody gave a shit. It was a time for the Short Cutting Bastards to shine. A few fanatics did try to stay the course and eventually made it back to the ON IN after circling the stadium—cold, naked, and alone. Finally, the rain let up a bit so that we could circle-up and have the religious ceremony. Delinkwent was back to administer our sacred rites which featured down-downs for the hares, a bunch of hashus interruptus, along with a couple of media whores to round out the medieval spectacle. Then a short drive took us to Deadhead's home and an excellent Apres with lo carb sausage pasta, burgers, dogs, etc. | |
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