Hares: Anything Goes and Hummer Gay'mes
Hounds: Cuddles, PPL, PBR, NBA, Puff, BP, Cumbag Shitpants, Tina, nnTim, nnErin
This trail came to be known as Tornado Alley's Groundhog Day, since all the hashers experienced such a strong sense of deja vu that when our substitute RA welcomed us one and all to the 1201st running, every bitch and bastard cried "surely, this is 1199!". The case was compelling. We started from the Shamrock Lounge. The hares were Hummer Gay'mes and Anything Goes. The trail was shitty. On In was Hummer's house. The only missing elements were lightning and tornadic activity.
Similarities aside, there was a trail longer than garage length this time around. However, there was so much "unneedless" shortcutting there wasn't much need for a trail. Trail criss-crossed the sub-Delano district and made some use of the railroad, and in truly uncharacteristic fashion, Hummer dropped so much hash that NBA feared there had been an anthrax attack on the kennel. She then made several desperate phone calls to our friends at emergency services who were apparently busy drinking at the Riverfest Block Party. Beer Near was at Power Bottom's Pump Palace where he regaled the crowd with songs of blood and danger.
We made a bee-line for Hummer's abode and circled up in her back yard. Tina suffered two dead bugs and vowed to stop drinking Hydrochloric Blue Ribbon forevermore. There was much singing and rejoicing as we welcomed a virgin to the circle, whose parents met in a kennel long ago in a land far, far away. After experiencing her first hash, the virgin nnErin has cut off all ties with her parental units and is considering committing herself to a mental health facility.
All in all, it was a pretty tame hash.