Sunday, March 14, 2010

Hash write up

So H4 had a hash Sunday February 28 because MFP (aka yoho ono Andy) felt
compelled from duty and perspiration to set a trail, and because soon it
would be March, and that would be too late for a February trail, even by
Blue Hen standards, if not the standards of little boy blue.
Present were some hashers, like HAFKAS, Toxic Waste, Devil Woman, Crash
Test Dummy, Butthead, a stop in mid trail by Early Boy Krieger (aka
Comes Early) and follow up appearances by his lovely bride Plunge and
Puke and their spawn, The Brazilian dance queen Portaho who acted as
hash flash but is thought to have deleted her pictures (or was she
missing and deleted some pictures at some following hash like the recent
Bumbybirthdayhash....or was it both sets of pics....hmmmm), the RA
Skidmarks, a late arrival by Lick N Stick, Amber Alert, and various
other people who names may come to me as I relay events that may or may
not have transpired. Perhaps Glownads or the big sis DWP, sheesh, I
can’t really be sure (where are those pics?).
The pack having decided to hash arrived at the Nottingham Green pool
across from Dung Ho’s house in the wonderful Delaware subdivision of
none other than Nottingham Green. The snow pack having modestly
retreated, much of the parking lot was accessible, though some
apparently had problems. In any case, the hare gave us directions and
set us off. We explored the area around the pool, and headed off in
the general direction of route 273, aka West Main Street. At some point
we met some cops coming from an imagined domestic dispute, or so I
imagined, who took some meandering interest in our trapsing through the
streets but failed to intervene when faced with our constant jaywalking.
We proceeded to wind through the neighborhood until we arrived at the
first beer stop at EB and Plunge and Puke’s (Cherry Bone Her) house,
where some of us entered to pee, and others merely consumed some malted
beverages in the great outdoors. CE then joined us for the remainder of
the hash, which commenced back up his cul-de-sac and out to Barksdale
road, over the Apple Street bridge, and by hug and shrug, on to the the
Village Green Town Court, where we trespassed into the former appts.
That now serve as rude a mentally dorms, or so the RA’s (resident
advisors) inspection notice indicated, where apparently the abominable
hash hare is allowed to remain in the presence of the resident students,
and we consumed beer in said hare’s appt/dorm. Alas, soon BH was
complaining about the lack of food, and others wanted to exit in order
to clean their toe nails, so the hash recommenced towards the back of
Cavern Green, past the train tracks, and across Barksdale. There there
was some confusion as to trail, as many hashers, familiar with the
scene, figured a left turn was in order in order to visit little boy
blew, but instead a right turn was in order and soon we were back on
Fisk Drive and progressing on up to the aforementioned pool. At that
point, we found Dung Ho and daughter, and Dung joined us for a bit of
civility and nashing, and we entered MFP’s parents house as they were in
some EU country and the premises needed to be occupied, where we circled
in the basement. Everyone consumed for nearly every reason, but alas
pizza came and the circle was broken, so up we went and consumed copious
amounts pizza, salad, bedeviled eggs, fried potato crisps, and perhaps
some other goodies until we could eat no more, and fancifully there was
pizza remaining.

And that’s the way It was. Good night and Good Luck.



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