Tornado Alley Hash House Harriers

#1272 Hare: Tina, Hounds: Anything Goes, Dipstick, PCP, BrownNoseWhiteSack, TACO, BW, CIA, BTK for circle, BP for beginning

This was the 30-0/ Hash Angry/ Anything Goes’s 69th hash.  As the hare returned laid trail, he discovered that WSU has become a much more respectable institution with its own bus line and construction seemingly all over campus.  Because of this, there was a string of required checkbacks/crossing trail/ and hare hiding from hounds on trail.  The major checkback was where it turned out that the university raised students’ tuition by 30 dollars per credit to build a Student Center hopefully that will contain more than a Jimba Juice and gruddy old Chik Fil A.

Trail crossed 17th street where the hounds discovered the one and only Beer Near behind a facility building at Fairmount Park.  Trail then cut through an apartment complex, through a fence and right passed a murder investigation by Wichita’s finest.  The trail then figured 8ed though WSU’s beautiful campus passed tired and confused students making their way to the library.  The pack was lead back to Kirby’s Beer Store, where the patrons were playing poker.

Because of a certain hasher who always “hashes happy” was celebrating an analversay (69th) we moved a few blocks down to the Fieldhouse.  It was a celebratory mood as AG realized she was receiving her bandana at the same bar that her name was given.  We sang songs to a few strangers and showed them the ways of the Hash House Harriers.  A few hashers stayed behind and watched a drunk guy eat shit on the  beer stained carpet of the Fieldhouse.  Again, we proved that we are the premiere drinking club with a running problem in Wichita.

#1271 - Chisholm Creek Park
Hare:  NBA
Hounds:  Dip, Tina, Puff, Sin-a-bar, BTK, PCP, nnMaria

This was the Margarita Day sans Margarita Trail

Man, that NBA sure does lay a fine trail.  In fact, despite the lame remarks of "shitty trail", "it sucked", etc., there were also whispered comments concerning wishes that the hounds hoped to one day be able to hare such an epic trail.  It was so fine of a trail that words cannot describe its fineness.  On after, unfortunately, was at Twin Peaks, where the food is crappy, the uniforms are minimal, but the beer is cold.  On on.

#1270
Hare:  PPL
Hounds:  Dip, Puff, Anything Goes, CIA, BDub, BTK, NBA, Tina, PCP, PoPo, nnbo

This trail started from The Hill, the new trendy beer joint in the College Hill area.  The pack gave the hare a very generous cranium-start, and she rewarded us with innumerable intersections.  We eventually found our way to Harry's for the beer-near, which was none too soon, considering the long and winding trail we had been subjected to.  Second half of trail pretty much took us straight up First Street, and then directly to PP's abode, where we were extremely lucky to locate the dark blue marks indicating ON-IN.  The one upside of this whole ordeal was that we were greeted with copious amounts of beer and pizza.  And for that, we will forgive just about anything.  Including this four-mile death march.  On on.

Trail #1269 - President's Day Hash
Hares:  NBA and PQuad
Hounds:  Puff, Anything Goes, BDub, TACO, nnCarol

It was a small but festive group of wankers who gathered at Lucky's to celebrate the accomplishments of our collective group of Presidents, mainly the greats, such as, Millard Fillmore, James Buchanan, Howard Taft and Herbert Hoover.  We raised our vessels many, many times to toast their memories, and to quench our thirsts.

The hares took off, risking life and limb, sprinting through the slush and puddles of Old Town Doodah.  After many miles, the first beer stop was at The Alibi Room, where the pack re-hydrated before the long, arduous second leg of the trail.  Next stop was waaaay far away at Barleycorn's, where lo, and behold, the pack miraculously all sprouted 'staches or unibrows.  Trail then took off to the east for the on-in at the Anchor.  This fine group of athletes settled in for more beverages and food, and then set about the difficult task of naming our no-name, nnCarol.  After much questioning, and then deliberating, the pack wanted to name her Cum Dumpster or Six Bags of Shit, but we then agreed on......Sinnabar.  And you had to be there to know the reasoning.  Even if you were there, you may be fuzzy on that, but maybe Sinnabar or Puff can explain.  On on to KC Red Dress! 

#1268 - "Where's Tina?" hash
Hare:  Dipstick
Hounds:  Anything Goes, BTK, NBA, Puff

This hash was supposed to have started from Mort's Martini Bar, but apparently Mort's employees are weenies who are afraid of a few snow flakes.  Not so, the hardy five hashers who braved the cold and snow to promote the local economy with our business.  When we found out that Mort's was closed, the hare made the last-minute change to Joe's, across the street, for the start and end location.  

The snow made the use of chalk problematic for marking trail, but the hare fortunately had another method in mind.  And here is where the theme of the hash comes into play.  This was the "Where's Tina?" hash, which was doubly appropriate in that Tina did not attend the hash, but he was there in spirit by helping out in the setting of trail.   Dip had previously stolen photographs of Tina and Tina's lovely bride from the tables at Tina and nnMarisa's wedding reception.  The hare put these photos in baggies and stashed them along the trail in the snow.  A double-sided photo-baggie was an intersection whereas a single photo meant that we were on.  So, it was cold.  And it was snowy.  And the hounds found the first intersection, but immediately lost trail.  Fortunately, we knew where the BN was going to be, (and BN stood for Bourbon Near), so we made our way to Rain, where the hare was waiting for us with hash cash to pay for our $1 bourbon beverages.  Puff was crowned The Supreme Hound because he found 3 of the photo baggies whereas the other 3 wankers found zero.  

After way too many bourbons consumed by all, the hare took off for the rest of the trail and the on-in.  The hounds kept him in our sight, so the photos were not needed.  We had had enough of Tina by that time anyway.  Once at Joe's we ordered more beverages and a pizza, and that's about all this writer remembers.  It was a shitty and snowy trail, and the weather outside was frightful.  On on!

Hares:  CUBS and PCP
Hounds:  Puff, Dip, Cumbag, Poopy, NBA, PoPo

This was advertised as the Super Bowel trail, and it lived up to its name.  Yes, shitty does not quite describe this trail.  But, it will have to do.  Starting from Mike's Wine Dive, where they had $4 heavenly bloody marys, along with $2.50 draft beers, the trail wound around the trendy environs of College Hill.  Yeah, yeah, we know rich people exist.  We hate them.  But we also thank them for having nice streets for us to run down.  So we ended up at Casa de PoPo y CUBS, where there was warmth and very good beer, plus crappy healthy snacks.  Trail then led us on to the south, through more of snooty College Hill streets.  We ended up, after a couple of play areas, and YBFs, back at Mike's for the on-in, with more cheap beer and tastyhors d'ouerves.  All in all, a crappy trail but a good hash.  On on.