Hash #219 – Came to Get You Off Hash
I Came To Get Off Hash:
I came to get off….. and boy, oh boy, did I. Talk about being WET!
I should just end the re-cap there, but I suppose I can delve a little more. We met at Meadow Park at 6pm, and unlike the usual large crowd, there were only a handful of us that had the courage to show for Came For A Man, Left With A Clam and I Can Get You Off’s hash. With the impending storm we took off on our trail, everyone jogging at a nice, mellow pace, sticking together as a tight-knit group…. almost surreal, like we knew we were in for something *special* that night.
We headed straight up a hill which we should have known was a YBF. But do YBF’s really count when accompanied with Peppermint Schnapps? I don’t think so. Otter was in alcoholic-heaven. After that we seemingly lost the trail, running in every direction trying to find a damn flour dot. After about the 4th time of running past the Gas Light Lounge, we made an executive decision to just go in for drinks. We were told to bring our ID’s afterall, perhaps this was our beer stop that just somehow was missing the BN mark? After each of us took a shot and pounded a beer, we ventured outside to where one of our faithful hashers had found the true trail (shout out to Otter again for that one).
It was at this point it started raining.
And raining. Followed by a downpour, then a little lightning, then a little thunder. I held on tight to Cock, Block & Roll as I pretended to be scared, but really was just coppin’ a feel. Then came the hail. HOLY HELL it was a lot of hail!
It was at this point that we were running through Mitchell Park, strangers asking if we needed to seek shelter in their homes, but oh no, we still followed the g*d damn trail! We are hashers, we’re not effing quitters!!!! Lightning, thunder, hail, repeat, repeat, repeat. I had worn white as directed in the email ahead of time…. it was gonna be a wet t-shirt contest, right… did I win? Did I? We were at some cross streets when Lady Red Rocket finally realized that all flour dots and chalk marks must have been successfully washed away and that it was time to call it quits. We were officially defeated. But wait!! Not to fear, there’s beer back at the A where our hares and the turkey’s will proudly welcome us back from such a courageous voyage.
Not in the least!!!!!! We sprinted as fast as we could for a mile or so back to our A, soaking wet, freezing cold, and ridiculously thirsty. But where were our comrades? Where were our hares? No one was to be found. Had they been washed away in this perfect storm? Were there any survivors? And most importantly, who took our damn Peppermint Schnapps?!!
After about half an hour of huddling under OHD’s hood, our turkey’s and hares arrived. IN A CAR. COMPLETELY DRY. FROM FROG & PEACH. Those f***ing bastards!!!!!!!
It was at that point that we deemed it the most epic hash “ever” and gave ourselves honorable mentions for bravery. The next time you see the following people, feel free to give them a pat on the back, smack on the ass, or just a simple “hey! Way to be a hardcore hasher!”:
Otter See My Clam, OHD, More Men Less Beer, Cock Block & Roll, Lady Red Rocket, Buttload of Homo, Just Danielle, and myself, Greasy Lei. There was also another guy but I honestly don’t know his name… my bad.
We are heroes for what we went through……….. or just completely retarded for even showing up.
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