Hockessin Hash House Harriers History

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Hash Number:1119
What:Hockessin Hash #1119 - 2016 State of Emergency Hash, 0.5
When:Jan. 23, 2016
Where:1 University Plaza, Newark, DE
Hares:Dirty Wet Pussy
Port-a-Ho
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What:  Hockessin Hash #1119, 2016 State of Emergency Hash, 0.5 
When:  Saturday, January 23, 2016 at 3pm HST 
Where:  University Plaza, 1 University Plaza (Rt. 273 and Chapman Road), Newark, DE  19702.  Look for hashers we will be in the plowed area.
Who Hare:  Dirty Wet Pussy and possible mystery hare!
Why:  Because we hash regardless of the weather ... but be smart in your travels.
What Else: "dry mag [sic, porn?] is always a good idea.  As might snow shoes and a sled." 
D'erections:  Get your ass to University Plaza by any means possible, e.g., walk, run, ski, fat bike, or snowmobile ... and if you don't know where it is, this is probably a hash you should skip.
Hashers
Bunion Butt
Dirty Wet Pussy
Port-a-Ho
Wet Lay
Hash Trash
Hash Trash for Sate of Emergency Hash 0.5
State of Emergency? HA!  So we had us a hash anyways! A few intrepid hashers gathered up at the University Plaza shopping center to celebrate the blizzard of 2016 for Hockessin Hash #1119.
Our Grand Mattress, Dirty Wet, and our mystery co-hare, Port-A-Ho, did H4 a solid by keeping it going in spite of a Level 2 State of Emergency.  Demonstrating that sometimes, even half-minds can follow directions, all hashers were on foot.  Like a vision emerging from the blowing snow, we spotted the hares pulling a sled full of beer!  In addition to the hares, hashers sighted included Bunion Butt, Wet Lay and… that was all.
Chalk talk was held around a lovely snowman right there in the parking lot.  That snowman only had a few more passes of the snowplow to survive, so we decorated him with some special orange hair which looked a lot like our marks on trail.  We did not offer to share our beer with him.  Marks included all the usual ones, plus a couple which would have caused shrinkage given the weather conditions.
On On! 
The pack strolled off in search of marks in the general direction of Route 273, where we watched two cars get unstuck from the snow.  The hare, who was sweeping, was hassled for setting marks from behind the pack.  Two little kids, resembling Ralphie’s little brother in A Christmas Story, climbed a mountain of snow with their sleds.  Weeeeeeeeeee!  We celebrated with a surprise shot stop, as the hares had tropical Mudslides tucked away on their sled of good cheer.  We delighted in the tropical coconut flavor. Snowshakes were made, and Bunion Butt quipped “It tastes like blowin’ Jimmy Buffett.”
On On! 
We slogged through the snowdrifts, resulting in the only hash crash that day, and made our way to Christiana Pub. Penalties were awarded, delicious beers and pub grub were consumed, and a rousing game of Cards Against Humanity broke out.  Wet Lay learned a new word.  As the last of the daylight winked out, the slobbering pack made their way home, warmed by camaraderie and beer. Ah, just a few more days until Hash #1120! 
On out.