Hare - Captain Dipshit
Hounds - BOYA, JLT, BP, PPL, Weiner, NBA, Penis Pump, TLC, KFC
Philanthropy feels good, doesn't it? As the saying goes, it's better to give than to receive. So Team Tornado Alley H3 did its civic and moral duty and crawled on Saturday to eliminate cancer. We started at Finn's in Old Town and worked our way through the required pitchers of beer, then followed trail on to Doc Howard's. There we drank down another mandatory number of pitchers, but still had the energy to show Wichita how to dance as well as how to hula hoop. A few of us also managed to accost some kilted cancer crawlers and demanded to see what was under the kilts. We were disappointed.
Next stop (did I mention that we managed this crawl in torrential downpours? It did not deter us though), was Club Liquid where we continued to dance, drink and make fools of ourselves (or was that just NBA?). Yet another downpour helped us r*n to the next bar, Heroes. At Heroes, we were treated to more pitchers of beer as well as to popcorn. The hare then led us to our last oasis, Brickyard, where we were given more pitchers of beer. We heroically downed the golden elixir, and then crawled our way to Biggins for something more substantial than beer. Of course, we had a couple of pitchers of beer to wash down the food. We planned to attend the after party but the line at Pandora's was obscenely long, and we decided to go back to the Captain's abode to continue our party in private (who wants to party with amateurs anyway). We lost Weiner fairly early (she finished the crawl, though, which says a lot for her desire to fight cancer).
Hash Trash, TLC, KFC, JLT and BOYA left about 7 pm (wimps), but the real hashers stayed on. Perhaps one of them can add to the Trash, if something monumental happened. All in all, Team TAH3 made a difference in the fight against cancer. We were such successful warriors that we hope to make this an annual hash event. On on.
Hash Trash - A recap of bygone hashes.