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|What:||Hockessin Hash #1120|
|When:||Jan. 30, 2016|
|Where:||1 Fairplay Blvd, Newark, DE|
|What: Hockessin Hash #1120 |
When: Saturday, January 30, 2016 at 3pm HST
Where: Fairplay Station (SEPTA/DART Park and Ride) at Churchmans Crossing at 1 Fairplay Blvd, Newark, 19713 (Delaware Park Entrance at intersection fo Rt.4/Stanton-Ogletown Road & Churchmans Road).
Who Hare: Miss Piss, Crusty Calves, Hot Pants, ButtHead
What Else (to bring): Knives, guns, wire cutters, blow torches, and be sure to wear something flammable.
Friendlies: Mostly dog friendly, but not the apres.
D'erections: From I-95 South: Take Exit 4B toward Churchman's Crossing. Continue on Churchman's Road/Rt. 58 past Christiana Hospital. Go to DE Park Entrance. Make your first LEFT and park at the Amtrak/SEPTA Fairplay Station.From I-95 North: Take Exit 4B, follow signs to Rt. 58/hospital. See above. Park and hash.
Cock a Doodle Don't
Do Me On the Beach
I am 17 Cumming on 18
Kum On Inn
Magic Carpet Ride
Mary Fucking Poppins
Trail Order Bride
With Horns On His Tits
|Hash Trash for Hockessin Hash 1120|
So the slobbering pack gathered up at the park and ride over by the Delaware Park Casino on the wintery afternoon of January 30th, 2016 AD.
Hashers I remember being present at some point: Woody, Dead End, Toxic Shock, Blow My Sweet Toots, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Just Tyler, With Horns on His Tits, Groper, Devil Woman, Magic Carpet Ride, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Circle Jerk w/ Fast Eddie, Do Me On The Beach, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Mary Fucking Poppins, Bunion Butt, Wet Lay, Crib Snatcher, Kum On Inn, Trail Order Bride, Just Mike, Just Tasey, Cock A’ Doodle Don’t, Mount Me, Cousin It, and many, many others.
Our Hares of the day included the quadruple threat of Miss Piss, who was the first to actually appear that day and ran the chalk talk, Crusty Calves who appeared I think in the middle of the chalk talk, Hot Pants who did not show his face until the beer stop, and Butt Head who did not show up until the end of trail.
While we waited for chalk talk to begin, we enjoyed some luke-cold PBR’s brought to us by Necro and Pube, courtesy of AssHopper’s cooler that he left behind with them some weeks ago. That is, until Cousin It showed up with the latest batch of his tasty homebrew. Our trail was, we found out, marked in orange colored flour, blue colored flour, and some brown shit that I later found out was a mix of actual shit (fertilizer) and some other item that I never heard of. So anyway, the marks were explained to our two virgins of the day Just Mike and Just Tasey whose name probably isn’t spelled that way. And then we off going in all directions looking for a mark though and that’s when one of our hares decided to lay down the helpful arrow pointing to the first one.
We trekked through the snow going out of the park and ride and towards the rail road tracks. We came across a blue colored check or two and PubeHeAteHer checked them out for us.
We went across the bridge on Delaware Park Blvd came across a check somewhere with 3 or 4 shit colored marks going off in a false direction, and with the FRB’s so far ahead the DFL’s couldn’t tell if they were on trail or not and had to go off on the false themselves.
We ran down the Blvd some more came across another blue check, with true trail sending us underneath a walking bridge and round about back to the BLVD, before trail went off to the right into an enormous snow covered parking lot. And this is where things get interesting ...
With no No Trespassing signs visible, but plenty of marks to be seen, we followed trail through the parking lot and into the woods and across a tributary of the White clay Creek, with a large concrete pillar conveniently laid down for us to across. With Horns On His Tits stepped in a gopher hole and had a major hash crash before getting to that point and about 6 FRB’s continued to follow marks through the woods, when Delaware Park Security pulled into the parking lot to warn everybody who was behind that they needed to immediately halt and vacate the area. And so the number of the pack that remained on true trail was cut down to ... PubeHeAteHer, NecroFeelMeUp, Circle Jerk w/ Fast Eddie, Kum On Inn, Mary Fucking Poppins, and the at first running, then later on limping Skidmarks.
The bulk of the pack got redirected to the long asphalt route to the beer stop, while the trespassing six continued to follow the marks.
Trail went behind the great horseracing track then throughout the currently unused golf course. With Canadian goose droppings covering the path the whole way. We went across 2 or 3 or four bridges along the way, and unsurprisingly Circle Jerk ended up on the wrong side of one and had to find his own way for a while.
Up and down the golf cart road we went, still trying to avoid those goose droppings, which were getting more and more plentiful the closer we got to the beer stop, until about a mile or three later we finally made our way off the course and found Crusty Calves parked on the side of De Park Blvd for our beer stop. We enjoyed some brews along with some tasty smooth Whisky produced in Oregon, courtesy of Crusty Calves as we waited for the rest of the pack to make the asphalt way back to us. Amazingly we caught no trouble for this, at least at that point. After a while it was decided or we were informed to go back the way we came.
We stayed on the road from then on, for the most part. Finding about 7 or eight marks before they suddenly stopped right in front on the main country club entrance. Or maybe it was the casino, I don’t quite remember. We followed the old route back through that snow covered parking lot, and some of the walkers got some more shit from security. However Lost Penis talked them out of it by saying they were going to the casino.
We ran back down Delaware Park Blvd and across the bridge again, and back to the Park and Ride, where we found Crusty Calves and Miss Piss waiting for us, with a few bottles of good beer and some more of that whisky. We got another drive by and stare down from security again but that was about it. So we hung around for a while longer waiting to circle up, and that’s when our forth hare of the day, Butthead finally showed his face.
And so our RA Skidmarks, circled us up. With no table and with no cups we circled up in the cold. Penalties and awards were dished out. Most of them, appropriately, went to the hares. Songs were sung. Our two virgins, Just Mike and Just Tasey, who apparently join some of the hares in serious running events from time to time, were indoctrinated into the hash. Just Tyler was finally given a name, and after a short mock debate was christened “Adoraballs.”
After circle was closed, we adjourned to On The Rocks Again, for the hares were unsure that their initial planned Apres location, Famous Jims, was still open, since nobody thought to call them earlier that week. Though it actually was.So we enjoyed our brews at our regular spot for a while and were treated to some mighty tasty lasagna, some Mac and cheese, spinach salad, as well and two fancy rice dishes and some tasty cookies. And a fine time was had.
But all and all it was another shitty trail ...
Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash 1021 this cumming Saturday.