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| Hash Number: | 1240 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1240 - H4's 19th Red Dress Run |
| When: | May 2, 2018 |
| Where: | 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Cribsnatcher PubeHeAteHer | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1240, H4's 19th Red Dress Run When: Wednesday, May 2, 2018, at 6:30pm HST Where: Deer Park Tavern, 108 West Main Street, Newark, DE 1971 Who Hare: Cribsnatcher and ?? What Should I Wear: Say yes to the dress, a red dress, that is. Don't have one? You might be able to pick up one at the last minute at the Goodwill in Newark Shopping Center. Why and What Else: Since the original Red Dress Run in San Diego back in in 90's was about collecting donations for some charity ... Lost Penis will have her donation box for Cystic Fibrosis which now accepts pay options with touch of your phone. What Else: Bring an ID on trail!! Hash Cash: $10, see above for clues on why ... Friendlies: Dogs -- if they're wearing a red dress and don't mind being leashed up outside of a bar ... go for it. D’erections: See here http://www.deerparktavern.com/ordereze/directions.aspx, in case you've never been to the Deer Park Tavern; make sure your sexy red dress is hitting all the right curves; park; look around for hashers, they won't be hard to find; order a beer; and wait for the hash to start. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Big Left Tit Bumpy Beaver Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cousin It Cribsnatcher Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Gaydar The Penetrator Grand Hash Hasher Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Itchy and Scratchy Jewel of Duh-Nile Just Brian Lost Penis Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Perfect Woman Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Thudmuffin Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Weird Al Spanks the Bitch Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1240 – H4’s Annal Red Dress Run So, the slobbering pack met up at, where else? Ye Olde Deer Park Tavern in destination Newark, DE on a sultry, sensationally summery, 80-ish degree evening of Wednesday, May 2, 2018 AD. Hashers I remember encountering at some point or other included: Lost Penis, NecroPheelMeUp, Cousin It, Do Me On the Beach, Dead End, Orgy Porgy Put-In-Pie, Mount Me, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Devil Woman, Spit Bucket, Jewel of Duh-Nile, Pickle Dick, Tinsel Tits, Gaydar the Penetrator, Just Brian, Itchy and Scratchy, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Bumpy Beaver, Weird Al Spanks the Bitch, Grand hash Hasher, Tits of Steel, Woody, Perfect Woman, Butt Lite, F6, Big Left Tit, Dirty Wet Pussy, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, Thudmuffin and . . .? Our hares for today were PubeHeAteHer and our founding father, benefactor, origin of our species, Cribsnatcher, who took it upon himself to arrive at the Deer Park by 5:30 because he “had a long day” and hopefully some sort of trail situation would magically appear out of the clear blue sky. And so, whilst many hashers young and old, familiar and unfamiliar from near and far gathered for the 19th running of H4’s Red Dress hash, we commandeered a corner of the Deer Park’s outdoor deck for some prelubing, reunioning, and fashion-showing. Our newly-elected Haberdasher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow had printed some shirts for the occasion that very day with a portion of the cost going to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, for which our #1 fundraiser, Lost Penis was collecting with her festive red box. Jewels of Duh-Nile and Just Brian were provided with red dresses to borrow from DWP and Port-a-Ho because one can never have too many red dresses on-hand for such emergencies. Eventually, our newly re-elected RA and newly appointed 1 of the 5-headed-monster of Karen GM’s, Wishboneher, gathered us together for chalk talk so one of the hares could explain what was actually happening today. We were to look for tennis-ball flour marks, chalk marks, checks, Fuck-you’s, a Check Back, Shot Near, 2 Beer Nears, many arrows and some new marks: a LF for Leap-Frog stop, in which one was to wait there until another hasher leap-frogged over you and a NS for Naughty Stop, in which one must assume the position and wait for another hasher to smack you in the ass before going forward. So after we smiled and waved at the gawkers on the balcony and posed for a few group photos, we headed in the direction of the true-trail arrow to F-up Newark once again. On-On! And so, we followed FRB, Perfect Woman across Main Street and hit a check which took us around to Delaware Ave where we discovered an arrow leading us straight through the Student Union where we jogged and waved at several confused co-eds. Once out, we banged a right and hit the open-lawned area of the U of D campus where the FRB’s quickly discovered that Pube intended to make them earn their booze today by running in many unnecessary circles while the DFL’s simply strolled on through wondering why we were so sweaty. We hit the edge of campus where Woody, Orgy-Porgy, and F6 took a selfie with a random girl in a red dress and we’re pretty sure she hasn’t been seen since. On-On! After hitting a check-back 6, most of the pack ended up running into each other before following the true-trail arrows out to the bike path while Pube watched and laughed at all of us. We hit a check on the path, but after looking left and seeing Cribstnatcher poke his head out from behind a dumpster, we decided that the Bear Near was probably near ... indeed! Here we enjoyed some cold, tasty brews whilst a local apartment dweller took out her trash and pretended like there was nothing unusual about a gaggle of red-dress-clad vagrants loitering under the security cameras. After not-so-discretely moving out of the camera’s view, we posed for our newly-elected Hash Flashes, F6, and the also 1 of the 5-headed-monster of Karen GM’s, Dirty Wet Pussy to take some incriminating shots, slurped down our suds and decided it was time to skedaddle. On-On! And so, we traversed an unnecessary parking lot followed by an unnecessary shopping center all orchestrated by hare, Pube, who enjoyed adding some extra mileage to his fellow FRB’s and anyone else dim enough to follow his marks to the letter. We then crossed over Cleveland Ave., hit the bike path for a bit and then ran through the only shiggy on trail back up to Cleveland Ave. where we came to a NS in front of an Animal House. DWP, Tinsel Tits and several other hashers crashed a house party, had some drinks, took some selfies, slapped some asses and went on their merry way up to the railroad crossing on College Ave. where F6, Jewels, Spit Bucket, Just Brian, Orgy and yours truly had been held-up by a looooong ass train. Trail then winded us back to Main St. for a bit to another NS where F6 was left hanging by the FRB’s until a rogue college kid ran across the street and obligingly slapped him in the ass, freeing him to continue on, to the many cheers of his buddies and passers-by. On-On! We then hit a left arrow and headed through some parking lots off Main St. until we came to a Shot Near at the cemetery, which actually ended up being a little further up the street in the back of Crib’s car. Here we were treated to a vast array of nearly-empty bottles of shitty liquor that Pube was trying to get rid of from other bygone hashes. And once we had our fill of that vileness and most wanks were accounted-for, we followed trail for a couple blocks to the 2nd Beer Near at Klondike Kate’s. Here Dead End was waiting for us and we partook of many pitchers while painting the bar red. And when we had finally had our fill here, it was back to Main St. where the On-In was not too far away leading us back to our favorite place, the Deer Park to fill ourselves yet again with even more beer. And so, we again commandeered the upstairs of the Deer Park where Crib treated us to several plates of nachos, tacos and quesadillas while we tried to form some semblance of circle. After the toot-tooting of our newly-elected Hash Horn, Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie, Wishboneher called our hares in circle, who were ridiculed a-plenty for the trail not being long enough or having enough original stops or only one hare having a clue about what was going on. Mount Me was declared FRB while The Wetter the Better took DFL honors. Many interuptuses were recognized, while Skidmarks who had shown-up at the end in work attire was accused of not wearing red. Our visitor from Philly, Thudmuffin showed us many body parts while F6 was recognized for getting his ass slapped by a stranger. Just Brian was serenaded for turning 21 along with The Wetter the Better who had just turned a few years older. Cribsnatcher was called-out for being the master of delegation on this trail and doling out all marking responsibilities to Pube. The 5-headed-monster of Karen GM’s drank at least 5 times. The Cone of Silence was bestowed upon Woody for a while, but that obviously didn’t work, so it was passed around to a few locals throughout the night and who knows where it ended up. Lost Penis described the many donations she had received on trail for CF, including one person who gave a couple bucks, just wanting to know why there was a guy running around in a red tutu and bikini top. And eventually, our newly-elected RA, Woody dismissed us in peace and all in all, it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1241 this Wednesday. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |