#1173

Hares: Cuddle Puncher and Hummer Gay'mes

Hounds: BOYA, Dip, NBA, Amanta, nnAlex, Boobs in my Mouth, nnCarol, Uses to be Good

The pack gathered at Lucky’s, ready for whatever surprises our amateur hares may have in store. Trail headed to the northwest, where we found the first BN behind the parking garage in Old Town Square. Some of our hexagenerian hashers weren’t too excited about climbing up closer to the tracks get there, but seemed to manage just fine, leaving our total number of hips broken on trail at zero.

Trail then meandered south, where we stumbled upon the second BN near the old Kellogg Elementary School. After that, the pack headed across the pedestrian bridge to the south side of Kellogg, back around to the north, and down the Alleys towards Lucky’s. For her first and his second hare, we have to admit that they did a pretty damned good job, and we look forward to them haring many many more trails in the future!

Circle was standard. Although Dip worked hard to concoct some dead bugs, the GM Emerita overruled and declared inside rules. The circle was invaded by a random drunk guy who decided that he should join the circle and contribute inane comments about the lyrics of the songs and the basic nature of what we were doing. The best quote was made by that random drunk man, and I quote, "What is the meaning of hashing?" And that, my friends, is a deep philosophical concept that we should all ponder for a moment, and then forget.

On-after took place at The Anchor, where several quite decent beers were consumed and very much enjoyed, especially after the wankers were forced to sip on Boxer Lager at the beer nears. ONON.