Hash write up from MFP

So we had our 6th hash of the year, Saturday June the 26th, 2010 AD. The slobbering pack met up at the parking lot of Stateline liquors on a rather warm Saturday afternoon.

Hashers Present: Title 18, Toxic Waste, Mary Fucking Poppins, Quato, Squats on Request, Turkey Bayster, Cause for Blindness, Flounder, Just Brian and many, many others.

Thfkas was the hare for this merry long ass trail. We get pointed in the direction of the first mark and off we go in the direction of the De state line.

On! On!
We run through an apartment complex ground, then to a very large pond. Hashers decide to go around rather than across. The virgin, just Brian, seems to be the only one interested in running on this trail, eventually he loses that along with his cherry. Then, Oooo! great, we get our first of two am track track crossings. And, then into the woods and a swamp. We find a snake, that lucky for us just ate something.

On! On!
Trail goes through a creek. Title 18 wants to keep his long pants dry for as long as possible and attempts to parallel us on the high and dry shore.

On! On!
Trail goes out onto Otts Chapel Road, and then into another apartment complex, where we find the first BN right in front of Turkey Bayster’s pad, and there is Turkey Bayster with a case of cold Rolling Rocks. We enjoy out brews out back in the shade, waiting for the summer breeze to pick up. But it didn’t.

On! On!
We are back on trail again through the muck and woods and creek again somewhere on the DE/MD state line. We come down to the end of West Chestnut Hill Rd, I had never been to the end of West Chestnut Hill Road, to me it was kind of like a mythical place, like the end of the Rainbow, but with Thfkas backpack full of booze at the end instead of a pot of gold. We enjoy passing around a Thermos full of Thfkas homemade Mojito, a definite improvement over his usual mix of Gin and Gatorade. We also enjoy a few beers while Title 18 tells us of his great adventures in Lost Vegas, and while Cause for Blindness tells some story about combining the two names of two hashers at the Ben Franklin Mob, that turned in to some joke that I still don’t get, that wasted a few bytes on the BH4 e-mail list last week.

On! On!
We finish our drinks a go back into the woods, and then back across the amtrack tracks. Our hare assured us this was safe, for earlier that week, he sat by the tracks with a stop watch, and claimed you had at least 30 seconds between hearing the train and getting run over by the train. But good that he said this trail wouldn’t be dog or kid friendly.

On! On!
Trail goes along side of the huge food packaging plant off Elkton Rd and into some more woods for a second, where we find the “On In” sign. And there be a canvas bag full of Lager and Light hidden under some plywood.

The pack straggles in. MFP steps in for the absent Pelvis Chestly and does the RA duties, forgetting half the words to all the songs that he starts singing. Awards and penalties are dished out. Just Brian drinks for being a virgin. MFP drinks for being first in. Title 18, Quato, and Squats on Request drink for Hashus Interruptus, Cause for Blindness and Flounder drink for being visitors, and a bunch of other people drink for a bunch of other reasons.

After circle we head back to Thfkas pad and enjoy a BBQ on his back patio, and a shitty good time is had.

Stay tuned for the next Blue Hen hash hopefully hared by somebody, hopefully before the end of this month.

On! On!
MFP