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|What:||Hockessin Hash #836|
|When:||Sept. 25, 2010|
|Where:||Christiana High School, Newark, DE|
|Who: Bunion Butt & Wet Lay|
What: Hockessin Hash #836
Where: Christiana High School, Newark, DE
When: Saturday, September 25, 2010 at 3:00 pm
D'erections: From I-95, take Exit 3A (Route 273 East) toward Dover. After leaving the exit ramp, turn right at firstlight onto Chapman Road. Continue through three traffic lights and then turn left into the Christiana High School parking lot. Find the Hashers, park & hash.
Mary Fucking Poppins
Seen Your Panties
The Wetter the Better
|So we had another hash, Saturday September the 25th, 2010 A.D. |
The slobbering pack met up in the parking lot of Christiana High school around 3pm, HST. It was a fine warm day with not much wind and not much rain and not much hashers but that wasn't too much of a problem.
Hashers Present Included: Wickwacker, Dead End, Slutmaster, Mary Fucking Poppins, Spunk Monkey, Ass Hopper, Better When Wetter, Cribsnatcher, Just Shannon, Just Megan, Bitchard, Radar, Cousin It, Poo Fucker, Seen Your Panties, Bumpy Beaver and some other people whose names I forgot.
Bunion Butt and Wet Lay stepped up to be the hares.
We get the chalk talk, and off we go.
We run onto Chapman road for a bit, and into the apartment complex on the left. We run out of marks we can see and we're on hare for a bit. On! On!
We find marks and cross over Salem Church Rd. Then the shiggy begins. Yep hardly anybody got out of this with out drawing blood. We run into Radar here in there on his bike, but he gives up eventually.
I forget exactly where we were but there was shiggy, and there was some real trail this time. We ran through what was a marsh a couple of months ago, but had since dried out. It’s probably a marsh again by the time you read this.
We follow marks on trees that can change direction at any time, but for the most part they made sense.
One of the visiting hashers whose name I forgot, falsely calls out "Beer Near" when we weren't anywhere near there yet. We are all quite pissed about that.
Through some more shiggy and more trails we go, until we find the real Beer Near. In the woods on the edge of that Breezewood neighborhood. We enjoy a brew or two or three as we take our time, more time than the H4 pack usually takes hanging out at the beer stop. Bitchard tells us much about his adventures out in Shanghai. Eventually the slowpokes in the back, led by Wet Lay make it to the beer stop and we hang for one beer more. Until the hare nudges us forward.
Well, it wasn't forward it was more to the left, even though there was a mark to the right that we were told to ignore, HAA!
We hang along the edge of the woods and along people's backyards. On the other side on one of the fences was a very well mannered and friendly Pitt Bull Terrier, who also seemed really lonely and wanted to join the party. Too bad, sigh ...
We run around another dried marsh and a pond. We then go into the Salem something or other apartment complex.
Trail goes out onto Salem Church Road again and back to point A. And yours truly gets to be first in again without anybody remembering to call him out for it. HAAAAAA!
Eventually the slobbering pack gets back together in the parking lot. We are joined by Auto Hashers, Portaho, and Pedal File. Crib Snatcher takes up the mantel of RA for the first time in ten years. Awards and penalties are dished out. Better when Wetter has to drink for not being able to drink because of drinking too much water from the Hudson River earlier that week and too much Tequila afterwards. About 10 minutes later we head back to the Apres at Wet Lay, Bunion Butt, and Poo Fuckers place. We enjoy some fine Pasta/Rigatoni dish and some Caesar salad with our brews and later are joined by Rug Burn who pulls up on her cool motorcycle. And a shitty great time was had.
Stay tuned for the next hash this Saturday ...
|PA inner hash was official Hockessin Hash but was it numbered?|