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| Hash Number: | 1257 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1257 |
| When: | Aug. 29, 2018 |
| Where: | 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Asshopper The Wetter the Better | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1257 When: Wednesday, August 29, 2018 at 6:30pm HST Where: 715 Art Lane, Newark, DE, 19713 Who Hare: Wetter the Better & Asshopper What Else: Bring a flashlight or something, in case it gets somewhat dark on trail. Bring a Dry Bag and chair to park your booty on for apres. Please be considerate to neighbors when you park your car at the start. Friendlies: Trail is dog friendly, apres is an open yard at our house. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 1 for Route 896 N/Newark. Stay right and at the 2nd light, take a right JUST AFTER W Chestnut Hill Rd. The AFTER is a jug-handle to go across, there is no left turn lane at the light. On W Chestnut Hill Rd take the 3rd Right and go to the end. Folks coming N on I-95 can get off an exit early and save the toll and make their way to Rt. 896 South and turn right on W Chestnut Hill. | Hashers |
| 20th Century Fox Anal Drip Asshopper Bunion Butt Closing Time Cousin It Dancing Fool Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Perfect Woman Port-a-Ho Rug Burn Shuttlecock Skidmarks Slutmaster Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1257 So the slobbering pack met up at the end of Fart Lane in Newark De, on the fine early evening of August the 29th, 2018 AD, for the hash in honor of good old Asshopper’s birthday. Hashers I remember being present at some point: Dead End, NecroFeelMeUp, Woody, Slutmaster, Cousin It, Magic Carpet Ride w/ 20th Century Fox, Wishboneher, Jewels of Duhnile, Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie, Mary Fucking Poppins, Do Me on the Beach, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, F-6, Closing Time, Rug Burn, Shuttle Cock, Groper, Perfect Woman, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Dirty Wet Pussy, Porta’Ho w/ Jasper, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Just Greg, Spit Bucket, Dancing Fool and many, many others. Our hares and hosts of the day were the birthday boy himself Asshopper who did what he could to hare trail with as little flour as possible, and his partner in crime Wetter the Better who swept us along what largely appeared to most of us an unmarked trail. And so we hung out on the back patio and drive way for a few minutes sipping some fine brews toasting a fine summer that is soon to cum to an end, while dousing ourselves with bug repellent as we had been warned ahead of time that this might be helpful. Marks for a chalk talk that seemed to have been dropped sometime right before the last time it rained were somewhat visible on the driveway and were rather well representative of what we were to see or not see later on. Eventually our RA for the moment, Woody, circled everybody up. It was explained to us that marks were not going to be very visible or frequent, as Asshopper decided to attempt a minimalist masterpiece. We were also warned to not follow pink ribbons which were all over the place in Rittenhouse park and the woods behind point A, or the painted white arrows that served some other purpose earlier that week.. We were informed to expect one beer stop and a water crossing or two and soon we were off. On! On!We followed the barely visible arrow out of the driveway. Somebody went down the path at the end of Art Lane and into Rittenhouse park and found a mark, or what appeared as one, and the rest of the pack followed. On! On!A check was found, I think after Wetter pointed it out to us. One mark was found going towards the bridge, and across the bridge we all eventually went, with Skidmarks and a few other folks, finding the last leg of trail early and doing a No! No! all the way to the beer stop, but for the rest of us, that took a little longer .... On! On!Our sweeper Wetter The Better called most of us back, and indicated we were supposed to go the way a few of us went all ready, but found nothing. And so we went down a path for a while looking for an arrow we were supposed to expect pointing us back across the Christina Creek. On! On!Somebody finally thought they saw a mark and across the creek some of us went. Some FRB’s saw marks leading to the tunnel, but failed to see the tinny tiny marks leading around it and through the drainage tunnel we went, and over a snapping turtle that seemed to be taking a nap there. Groper and DWP were forced to face a great fear of turtles they apparently have. But all in vain, for thus no marks could be found on the other side. And around the shiggy we wondered for a while, behind the TGI Fridays. A few of us went back through the tunnel, while a few of us decided to cross over the Christina parkway hoping to find marks or other hashers at some point. On! On!Perfect Woman who wandered around the former Chrysler property for a while and Groper and maybe a few others gave up and went back to point A. But the rest of us who were off trail heard Wetter calling On! On! and made their own way back to trail. Up the Christina creek we went for a while, while being scolded by Wetter for not following trail. Well one mark was visible on a rock but not many others. Eventually the pack decided to get back on the high ground. And ran down the Mason Dixon trail where marks and a few checks were detectable for a little while. And, of course, a few of us went way off trail again while the sun quickly set, but Asshopper's car was seen in the swim club parking lot, and using our intuition, with some help from some inside information, we eventually found the beer near. With the walkers having gotten there far ahead of the runners, minus the runners who did the big No! No! at the beginning. Those of us who got there late quickly enjoyed a brew and headed back on the asphalt, choosing street directions over trail marks back to point A. On! On!Through and out the Arbor Park neighborhood we went up and down the Chestnut Hill, then down the road named after that hill and back to the end of Art Lane, where we were joined by the auto-hashing Porta-Ho and Wishboneher. Yours truly somehow ended up being first in, and I think DWP got declared last. One by one, the hashers found there way back in the dark, or most of them anyway. After we cleaned up and washed off, the down-downs cups were poured and the great bitching began. Woody, WIshboneher, and Skidmarks all seemed to be taking turns running the circle. Penalties and awards were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done. Since the hares were busy getting the grub ready, the interruptus drank first. Then the hares drank many times. And one of those times Wetter decided to sing a clever song about farting she learned from her niece. Every time one of the RA’s drank, Skids insisted that all the RA’s drank.. About five people whose whose birthday was within a week of the hash drank. And Wishboneher seemed mystified why every year the same hashers drank for birthdays at the same time that she did. Many other people drank for many other things, before announcements were made and the hash went in peace. After circle closed we enjoyed some fine ground beef tacos with fine condiments and some fine spanish rice and some other veggie thing that I think involved cucumbers. And Wetter declared that this was to be the last time she was ever going to make anything with meat in it for the hash. Too bad. Some fine tunes were played on the outdoor stereo, and eventually a fine birthday carrot cake made by Wetter or Wet lay was presented to the birthday boy Asshopper and we sang hash birthday to him again as he blew out the candles. So enjoyed that cake we did, but a water balloon fight broke out, and yours truly decided he had seen enough shenanigans for the evening and made an irish exit. All and All it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1258, the last Wednesday hash of 2018 this cumming Wednesday. On! On! MFP | |