SH3 Hash Trash
Hash Date: 5 February 2004
Scribe: Nuclear Semen
“And we’ll keep the lights on.” The chemlight was still bright this morning. For those who “woosed out,” well, you missed a great hash!!! Virtual Clinton notes that, by his accounting (can we trust him with numbers?), this was our 12th hash. What monster have we created?
The pack gathered at the usual dive, the Socorro Springs Brewery, for another nighttime run through the shiggy of Socorro. How great it was to see enough bodies (warm or cold) to assure the hares they wouldn’t be caught! Present were regulars Nuclear Semen (yours truly), Virtual Clinton, Papa Don’t Preach, and Father Snowball (after his holiday hiatus). 7 Inches Shy bagged it, AGAIN! Just Ephraim (but not for long), Just Julie, and Just Kim (been hiding?) along with Virgins Laura and Steve (and who made you “come”?) rounded out the pack. Hares Papa and Nuclear briefed the pack that the course had three Beer Nears (BN), lots of shiggy (promise made – promise kept!), and was hard (but NOT hard to follow… or is that swallow?… whatever). With a 15 minute lead (dutifully timed by an unbiased party – the Raleigh rep), the chase was on.
What sly hares (that’s what you get with “OLD” guys) - the pack was delayed by an early back check in front of the San Miguel Church. Eventually heading east (which always lends itself to good shiggy), the pack encountered “THE CRAWL!” If “THE CRAWL” wasn’t enough to slow the FRB’s, then the trail through the holes in the fence was! The trail made its way to the railroad tracks, up the spur line and ditch bank, and back under Interstate 25 (but more comfortably this time!). Heading northwest and passing the jail (the hares had contemplated a BN at the police station, but decided that might not be a “smart” move), the pack arrived at the first BN (this was the one that Virgin Steve confused as a back check!!! Down Down!). Our thanks to Jim and Pat for allowing us to stop by (you’d think they would have learned their lesson after the last time they let us stop there). Moving west and through the construction, the pack came to the infamous cemetery missed during the last hash (the hares felt it appropriate to make up for past wrongs). Winding through the alleys and bypassing Papa’s abode (I’m sure Patty didn’t mind being missed), the second BN was reached (well, maybe not) at (fanfare!!!!!!) Virtual Clinton’s. All but Virtual Clinton missed the trail down the alley to the second BN, finding a post BN check (those d____’d FRB’s) (and the hares found out even before the rest of the pack realized they had missed the BN!). Finally, the pack got back on track (maybe they needed that second beer to clear their addled brains) at the second BN and headed out on the final leg. Heading onto the Tech campus (I love a place with open buildings filled with people who might actually find hashing interesting), the pack picked up Just Dave (and where have you been, Just Dave???) and his dog. First, the pack assaulted Tech’s gym (did the fellow at the front desk ask you to sign in also?) and, then, the computer center (Speare) before making its way off campus and east on Bullock. From there, after one more back check and some more shiggy, the trail led up the alley to the final BN at Nuclear Semen’s (30 minutes behind the hares – we’d already eaten). By the way, I heard the pack over on the other Bursum (good job!).
Good fare was provided (along with beer) thanks to Kathy in the MH3 (Memphis Hash House Harriers) tradition. And it’s “zitti” not “pitti,” Father Snowball! A good dose of “religion” was injected into the festivities thanks to Papa (maybe we need to be away from the brewpub so as not to worry about offending anyone). The hares were duly toasted (we had a 30 minute head start) (and lauded as well) with a down-down for their shitty trail. The naming of Just Ephraim was then addressed. With some good input (thanks, Just Julie – I’m sure hubby will return the favor), the pack turned to the virgins (while cogitating the fate of Just Ephraim). Virgins Laura and Steve, along with Father Snowball who made them “come,” were given down-downs. Virgin (now Just) Steve got another down-down for crimes on trail (confusing a BN??… BAD!). Father also got to down-down for wearing a non-race shirt (amongst down-downs for other transgressions) (you will never win, Father, since you started the tradition of wearing the dreaded “R” word gear and break tradition when you don’t). Also, some new songs were introduced by Nuclear and Justs Julie and Ephraim (a hash group needs some original songs) - as well as some oldies by Papa (we’re starting to get this “religion” thing down-down). Father lamented his math homework due the following day at 10AM (must be nice to sleep in!). Papa commented that Father might be able to “retire” while still a student. Oh, yes, we didn’t forget Just Ephraim. After some further discussion, a vote was called – congratulations Nothing’s Hung Like A Deere (aka Nothing). It is the will of the pack!! Stay tuned to next time when Just Julie gets her hash moniker. Thanks, Just Julie, for outing yourself by letting us all in on the family secret – your maiden name! There are several of those running around campus and I don’t think they’re related if you know what I mean! Thus, Hash No. 12 enters the annals of myth and legend.
In the “lost and found” department: I think you left your watch behind, Just Steve.
Next Hash Date: Thursday, 4 March 2004 (?)
Next Hash Hares: TBD