Hares: Puff, PPL, NBA, Cuddles, Hummer, Tina, Ho Ho Hummer, nnAlex, nnSarah, nnMike, nnKatie
Ah, springtime in Kansas! May 1st is such a lovely time of year for Ta-Town. The pack met in the parking lot behind the Monarch, huddling together for warmth from the Wind from Hell that decided to roll in right before the hash started. Thinking that this was supposed to be spring, most of us were not dressed for the bitter cold of winter and this made the occasion just that much more delightful.
This hash was initially supposed to be hared by the incomparable NBA, but she graciously traded days with Dip. Dip then had a family emergency this week and could not join us, so BOYA came (cummed?) to the rescue, probably because he wanted to have a decent trail for our out-of-town visitor, Ho Ho Hummer, and he didn't trust NBA to take the pack more than a couple of blocks. And he was correct; she wouldn't have. That being said, we were graced with the presence of Ho Ho Hummer from somewhere in Japan. He was passing through from the Quad Cities on his way to the Texas Interhash in Austin.
The hound took us a horribly long way to the north, into the hurricane-force north wind, past Exploration Place, across the Keeper of the Plains bridge, on by the Sims Park "zoo" which was populated with dozens of man-eating falcons, to the east across the Murdock Bridge. Here the hare forced us to break Wichita's trespassing laws, which went against our basic morals and ethics, to climb over some fences to refresh ourselves under the bridge with Budweiser. Here we were again dive-bombed by Wichita's native falcon population with the crystal-clear waters of the Arkansas lapping at our feet. Trail then took off back to the south along the river, to another locked fence and gate, which we were forced to climb (again breaking laws and potentially risking our lives). We found an intersection and a diabolically-placed YBF, with true trail being poorly marked to the east. We took an extremely roundabout route through downtown TaTown, and passed Century II but we were too late to accept our awards for the 5-K that seemed to be going on around us. We then eventually found the on-in on the stairs by the Boathouse. Circle ensued, songs were sung, beer was consumed, there was much rejoicing, and the on-after was back at the Monarch where Tequila Tony joined us for a few stories and some beer.
Lately, when it cums to namings, we've been operating at a slightly slower pace than the most overgrown, inefficient bureaucracy that one could possibly conjure (VA anyone?). However, Baby Jesus was clearly on our side at the Monarch because we actually manged to eek out a name for one of our four or five deserving hashers. nnAlex, based on his taste in love-making music and preferred gay sex positions, was Christened "Power Bottom Redding", or PBR!
There is bound to be at least one naming this Saturday at the "May the Quatro be with You" Hash. Show up and help us out!