As St. Patrick’s day is a tribute to all things Irish, it was only appropriate to theme the run around this day, even though we were one day off. As a consequence, the pub was low on beer stocks as the revelers had been very busy clearing them out of beer.
Insane Bolt stepped up to hare this trail, and the Hash is thankful that we get to run in the posh NW quadrant and take in two Irish pubs! The weather was unseasonably warm, and shorts were observed on some of the hashers.
We started at the Jameson pub, Busy with people, but they had a couple of tables for us. We even had a visitor (Trump something from Utah) and a new boot (Amy). Good turn out!
The circle formed in the parking lot and things got rolling with On-In leading the circle.
Insane Bolt was called in to describe the madness he had planned for us. Both a runners and a walkers trail planned.
The Run
We were directed to find the marks and pointed a direction. The pack dispersed and the run was afoot. Something in the 6 km range was planned
The Regroup
Thankfully, a regroup appeared just when needed. These was much social interaction and beer drinking here.
The On-In
We took over a section o the Kilkenny Irish Pub prior to the commencement of the down-downs. A big group with not a lot of seating. We all jammed in and it was good!
The Down Down’s
Roaring Nancy was the Religious Advisor who looked after the down-downs. He called for a choir of Dastardly, Hardly and Skewbic Hair to supply him with suitable songs for his long list of crimes.
All was well, and the hares, new boots, visitors and other offenders were called up to be recognized.
Pictures were a bit light as the photo guy was stuck in the choir.
As there was a gap in the trail setting calendar, On-In volunteered Skewbic Hair to fix that problem. As Scoobie is about to go away for 5 weeks on vacation, something including the World InterHash in NZ, he capitulated. As such, the plan was to set trail in Cedarbrae with On-In at Swigs Pub. Who knew Swigs was closed on our Hash night for a private function. Plan B.
Bella Roma Restaurant & Pub is the gateway to the warren of interconnecting pathways through Lakeview Village. Trails have been set there before, but no trails are the same. Dastardly volunteered to plan the trail, as he has time. Trail was set conveniently after a significant amount of snow had fallen on the very slippery ice that lurked below. No problem, just wear your spikey shoes.
The weather was good and the hashers assembled in the pub. Assessing the food and drink specials for later consumption. We got settled in as the group began to arrive.
Mental preparationDaisy hoping that we did not overlay our trail on his recently set trail from this location…..
All is good, and we proceed outdoors to circle up, which was lead by our co-hashmatress PMS.
Camshaft thinking how cold this is compared to Costa RicaPMS in charge
No pictures of the hares going through their extensive and detailed explanation of the marks and the use of “yellow” flagging. As the hare is also the photo guy, not surprising. Marks were big and small, Some on low horizontal surfaces while others were on the tree trunks (hard to find). Playgrounds were in the mix. Alas, the pack was dispersed with the runners charging off into the darkness to find trail.
The Trail
The fresh snow made for some slogging through the pathways. Some homeowners are good with snow removal, while others are not. A combination of fresh and stale marks (from the previous Daisy Duke trail) were sufficient to get the pack on-on.
Delightful lightsMany pathways that looked like thisPlayground opportunityHump the Shark contemplating his existenceExcellent bum marks, courtesy of Strap OnPMS unsure of what to do with that red thingLL practicing her Titanic impressionsJust10 Beaver about to conquer the spinney slideThey told me not to do this.No way. Not putting my tongue there!Out of control playground action.This could end very badly…..
After an overabundance to playground enthusiasm, the trail continued on through the back alleys of Lakeview. Apparently the legacy Beer Near mark from Daisy Duke was followed. As such, the pack make their own trail as they finished off at the regroup. Several carefully laid marks from the hares were not seen by the pack. So sad….
Regroup discovered, and all was made right.
Regroup action
The Ending
Back to the bar after sufficient regroup refreshments were consumed. The group found a place to sit and order whatever they wanted. Great anticipation for the down-downs soon to follow.
Why are we waiting?Expensive beer = small glassesDastardly and On-In supervising
The Down-Downs
Hump the Shark, our RA coordinator, is responsible for coercing unsuspecting hashers to volunteer for the illustrious Religious Advisor (RA) duties at the end of the run. Making up stories, citing offences, and generally providing entertainment for the hashers that live for this.
The lack of a volunteer means Hump the Shark gets to do the RA duties. I think he likes this as he does a great job, and doesn’t seem to whimper too loudly about doing this again.
A choir of Hot Cheeks and Strap On Cramp On were a bad choice, as they steered the song selection off the rails. This could become a reoccurring gig as they progress their singing and dancing careers!
Ready for ActionLooks like trouble….
The hares were thanked for setting a fine trail. Many offences were brought up and acknowledged. The hash shit was dispensed with appropriately. All crimes were settled!
Skewbic for somethingThe HaresPosing for the photo shootSun radiation from recent trip to Cost RicaTravelers return to the coldDo these boots make my toe look big?Recovering Karate Clit as she remembers her Mexican mementoThat’s what he saidOPP… Dispensing with the hash shitWhat did I do this time?Are not we cute?Mucky Dip appearanceMy new hash shit with a new outfitBeer makes me happy!
Down Downs done, we are now On The Piss!
On the piss!
Scribed by Skewbic Hair! Volunteer scribe for the next 5 weeks. Let’s see how that works out!
The Trail
The trail was about 6 km in length. Extra drama with the snow and ice.
A run in the deep south is always something to look forward to. As the city spreads out and consumes farmland, new neighbourhoods spring up on land that was unknow to the GPS.
Cranston is one such neighbourhood. We were happy that the Berwick Public House is there and able to host the run. The weather has been surprisingly warm, which makes for some really good slippery sections as the snow melts onto the sidewalks.
The theme for the run was Robbie Burns. It would have been his 266 birthday on January 25. Celebrating all things Scottish for this legacy poet, As such, there was a toast the Robbie Burns (with McClelland’s Scotch) at the beginning of the circle.
Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
The pack assembled inside the Berwick Public House, waiting for the call to go outside. They had a section put aside for the group which seem to be well suited for our needs.
Eventually, we headed outside to start the run. The group clustered around the streetlight outside the front door of the pub and waited for a signal from On-In to start the circle. Some Scottishness was observed in the circle!
On-In in the circleDastardly and No CureSkewbic Hair in his Scottish costumeKins Shit and TwistyBeer in the Rear and SnevilSlippy Thong and Hot CheeksLiquor LotsDastardly and StoolieTighty Whitey and Insane BoltSlow Clap and Blue BallsNo Cure introduced as a visitor
Hump the Shark was brought into the circle to describe the marks he had marked the trail with. A walkers trail was identified! Extra effort to do that.
The pack was released into the wilds of Cranston for find the marks.
The Trail
Multiple check backs started the trail. After much milling about, the pack was finally looking like they found something. The ice and slush mixture on the roads and sidewalks was delightful to run in.
Just lookingMarks this wayViewpointLighting up the pathwayViewpoint againSnevil runningTrail goes this wayTrafficPlaygroundInsane Bolt testing the slide
After much running around in a circle, we realized that Cranston is nothing more than a big circle with a couple of pathways behind the houses to try and hide the fact….it is a big circle.
Eventually, the regroup was discovered. Happy hashers with beverages.
Regrouping in style.
The End
We made are way back to the Berwick to get set up for the closing ceremonies. We had the foresight to get a reservation which made it all seem worthwhile.
The group found a place to sit and ordered refreshments and food prior to the Down Down’s start.
On-In was the Religious Advisor. The kick things off, a taste of haggis for the culinary crowd in the group. The question to answer is…”how can this awful collection of meat parts taste so good?” There were some come backs for extra helpings.
Haggis preparationYummy!
With the goodies dispensed with, a choir was appointed. Slow Clap and Hardly were called into action. A series of down-downs transpired with much song and merriment. It is difficult to keep track of all the offences, but there were a few.
Choir – Hardly and Slow ClapInsane Bolt and Tighty WhiteyNo CureSlippy, LL and Blue BallsDastardlySnevilScottish Themed Dress
Eventually, we were all done. On the piss
Scribed by Skewbic Hair
The Trail
More than 6 km. Even more for the FRB’s.
A Drinking Club with a Running Problem — The Calgary Hash House Harriers
