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| Hash Number: | 1101 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1101 |
| When: | Sept. 19, 2015 |
| Where: | Park and Ride near Prices Corner at intersection of Centerville Rd and Old Capitol Trail, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1101 When: Saturday, September 19, 2015, at 3:00 HST Where: Park-n-Ride bus lot on Centerville Road near Prices Corner in beautiful suburban Wilmington, DE Who Hare: Young Newlyweds Bunion Butt & Wet Lay-Butt Dog Friendly: The trail should be just fine, but not so the Apres D'erections: From I-95 take the Rt. 141 exit toward Newport. Follow Rt. 141 North for a few miles to the intersection of Rt. 141, Centerville Road, Kirkwood Highway and Old Capitol Trail Road to the Park-N-Ride parking lot. Or search for Prices Corner & P-N-R Front New Castle County DE 19808. If you have questions call Bunion or Wet Lay | Hashers |
| Asshopper Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Doggie Erectus Famous Jack Hornblower Kum On Inn Magic Carpet Ride NecroPheelMeUp No Time for Pussy PubeHeAteHer Subpeonis The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Trail Order Bride Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash Hockessin Hash #1101 So, the slobbering pack met at the Prices Corner Park-and-Ride lot at the intersection of 141 and Kirkwood Highway in Wilmington, DE on an unseasonably warm, humid afternoon of September 19, 2015 AD.Hashers I remember being present included: Dead End, Doggie Erectus, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Dirty Wet Pussy, Pubeheateher, Necropheelmeup, Woody, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Cousin It with Famous Jack, Magic Carpet Ride, Devil Woman, Toxic Shock, No Time for Pussy, Hornblower, Subpeonis, Trail Order Bride, Kum On Inn, Butt Lite and ...? Our hares for the day were the newly-hitched Bunion Butt and Wet Lay who experienced their nuptials less than 24 hours prior, but what better way to celebrate their lovely union than by haring a hash? They were accompanied in their haring efforts by Wet Lay’s brother, Doggie Erectus who had also accompanied Wet Lay to her first hash where she first met the soon-to-be-love-of-her-life, and the rest ... as they say ... enough already, commence the shit show! So, Bunion Butt threw some flour on the pavement and assured us that there would be no ribbons this time, minimal shiggy, a check-back and a couple of Falses. This stood to reason, but as Wet Lay so innocently uttered, “Weeell, hares have been known to lie!” Surely none of us had a clue about what she meant as we followed the true trail arrow out of the parking lot. On-On! Did I say “we” followed the true trail arrow? I meant we followed Hornblower sprinting out of the parking lot following the true trail arrow. It wasn’t long before we came upon our first check and soon discovered that the imbibing from last night’s wedding celebration had not quite worn off, as we all guessed wrong, staggered around the intersection for a while as Bunion Butt stood there like a statue until we finally determined, “Oh ... maybe it goes in the direction that we didn’t check.” As we continued to sweat out the alcohol and wind our way through some neighborhoods, we were reminded by Bunion Butt that “There may be some ‘trespassing’ but you will know it when you see it!” Apparently that meant cutting through a few backyards and side yards, but no one seemed to mind too much ... that we noticed. On-On! Eventually, we found our way into Albertson Park where the FRB’s zigged when they should’ve zagged, but after a while they righted themselves and found the rest of the pack buzzing by a family of confused hikers who were wondering what the hell we were yelling for. No matter, we were soon off trail down a steep decent to Red Clay Creek where we found ourselves traversing the side of the creek on some precarious stones, branches and everyone’s favorite—stinging nettles! Trail Order Bride was the only one interested in swimming in the creek after his water bottle ended up floating in the opposite direction. The rest of the slobs plodded on, cumming upon some familiar-looking railroad tracks with a Beer Near pointing us just outside the very spot in Greenbank Park that the hares had said “I Do” the night before. We all toasted the happy couple appropriately with many PBR’s and Yuenglings, continuing to celebrate their wedded bliss and continuing to fuel our hangovers. Hornblower finally shook us out of our stupors by ringing the tire bell and we were off down the tracks to find our way back. On-On! There is an art to running down railroad tracks that most of us have not managed to master, but we did our best impressions of The Little Engine That Could and continued across 41 further down the tracks. Then behold, an arrow appeared pointing us up a steep embankment to the left, into another yard and out through the neighborhood behind Prices Corner Shopping Center. Trail cut through the parking lot, then past the shops where Doggie Erectus informed us that the Hares took us this way so that we could feel the air-conditioning coming out of the stores. A most thoughtful gesture, indeed. Not sure if there was an “On In” anywhere, but we made a b-line for the cars where more beer awaited. Since both of our RA’s were MIA today, Kum On Inn graciously stood in as stunt-RA and began circle while we waved at the state cop passing by. Accusations were thrown around and songs were sung. Pubeheateher and Wetter the Better drank for FRB and DFL respectively. Dead End, Hornblower, and Subpeonis drank for autohashing and interuptusing and Trail Order Bride drank for not being able to hold onto his vessel. Our visitors were No Time for Pussy from Louisiana and Doggie Erectus, from New York so they serenaded us with a favorite tune. Last but not least, Bunion Butt and Wet Lay drank for not only laying a shitty trail, but managing to find one another amongst a school of mutant fish in the sea, promising to love each other LOOOOONG time and getting married. Following circle, the pack gathered at the bar formerly known as Pat’s, but recently known as Route 2 Tavern where Bunion Butt and Wet Lay unloaded their leftover wedding food upon the hungry scavengers. Pretty sure there was nary a sandwich or cookie crumb left, so mission accomplished. All in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1102 this Saturday. On! On! Necropheelmeup | |