Hares : Snevil and Hardly Where: Nose Hill, Calgary AB Attendance : 21
A bit of a bitter sweet event, as Snevil had her car broken into as she was setting trail! The loot? A bunch of hash clothes that would fit literally no one else but Sneevz herself. Oh, and a BEER! They stole a whole can of beer. No scruples, no honor.
We are narrowing it down to a few suspects. The usual.
The run was no doubt majestic, considering the experience and athleticism of your hares. Photos and more details will be added if anything is posted on social media. The pack is pretty tight lipped about this one…
Finally, PMS gets to talk about herself in the third person. She’s very pleased about that.
PMS opted to set one last trail mere days before she embarks on her European adventure. [Wave at the eastbound Westjet flight you see on Friday night (19:30ish)]
The hare was concerned for the pack’s health and well-being (the Air Quality Health Index was at 9 when trail was set), so hashers had the option to keep it short and sweet. Luckily the AQHI went way down to 3 by 7pm so keeners/race-ists were safely able to follow the Eagle trail if they so chose. The trail was absolutely stellar, if I do say so myself.
Harrierette OPP “didn’t know” about the new shoe rule (i.e. you never wear new shoes hashing) and tried to pull the wool over the RA’s eyes by changing into her old runners for down downs. And a down down she got! From her old shoe! She took it like a champ, though. Basher Hung Loose showed up after the run in perfectly fitted 501’s and loafers, for which he got the new Hat Shit (Safety Third!). Wanting to atone for his sins, he even volunteered to drink out of his slip-on.
A milestone, a naming and a virgin this week: •Snow Blower has been blowing for 169 weeks. Lucky Booty Camp! • Business in the Back’s buddy David will henceforth be known to us as “Lazy Cummer“. He was supposedly too lazy to come when he and B.i.B went off trail and into the bushes. • Liquor Lots’s friend Alicia came out! She is unlikely to come back, as she is apparently moving to Bermuda! Fuck you, Alicia!
Hares : Dementia Where: Local 403, 380 Canyon Meadows Dr SE Attendance : 21
After over a year’s absence (I think?) Harrierette Dementia finally remembered about the hash and even offered to hare. Dementia’s trails are like a box of penises, you never know what you’re gonna get. This one was very short, yet Dementia was convinced that it was twice as long as what we measured.
Dementia also forgot how to mark and used a variety of marks such as batman masks and orange balloons.
A momentous milestone this week: Dastardly entered the new millennium. To celebrate his 1000th run, Dastardly was handed a yard of beer, which he downed with much aplomb.
In other news, we had a threesome of virgins: newly named “Business in the back” made his friend David come, Never Bin brought a friend (Jen?) and Rashy Bush brought the fruit of her loin (Anna?).
Hares : Booty Camp & Snow Blower Where:Murdoch Park, 9 St NE & Centre Ave NE Attendance : 26
The hash’s sexiest couple (the Boo-Blow) had the pack tickled pink with a delightful trail that would have made the Grand Ol’ Duke of York proud.
Because it was a holiday trail, most hashers were expecting a slightly shorter affair. But in a shocking turn of events, the Boo-Blow kept us going for over 5k. (This was the opposite scenario to last week’s short trail shocker.)
No milestones this week, but a hasher was Pabst™ized (i.e. named). This week, Just Jonathan finally managed to make himself come (without the assistance of Strap On Crampon). Few people recognized him as he had shed his facial hair and lost his mullet. He also made the BIG mistake of mentioning the Half-M-Word he ran a few weeks prior. A few names were briefly considered (1. Cums By Himself, 2. Half Wit), before settling on a winner (courtesy of Frogodile Hunter). John will henceforth be known to the hash as: “Business in the Back“.
Speaking of: after regroup, Froggie did some shady back alley deals that can honestly be described as “grabbing cans for pussies”. Make of it what you will.
A Drinking Club with a Running Problem — The Calgary Hash House Harriers