Fuwangi's Ten Year Reunion

Run #1036, February 6, 2006

Hare:  Dr WHO

Location:  Cumberland, RI

Weather:  Low 30's

Present:  Amazon.cum, Basket, Bondo, Dry Foot Fairy, Fuwangi, Oozing, WIPOS, Seamus and Ben. Late: Cum Under PSHS.

The Run:

The run started at the North Cumberland Middle School off Nate Whipple Highway. The last time Fuwangi visited here, it was 1996, and he was expelled for bringing alcohol on school property. And to celebrate his return, the hash brought alcohol on school property. Brilliant! Of course. the hare tried, unsuccessfully, to bring Fuwangi back to his old school the previous year -- See Hash 983.

For moral support, Amazon.cum came along – under-dressed for the occasion, but nobody complained. Wee nips were shared by Basket. And with Oozing, WIPOS, Bondo, and Dry Foot present, the pejorative 6:30 rolled around, and the pack was off, heading east along Nate Whipple Highway for a few hundred yards before an arrow was encountered pointing left (north).

The hare, for his part, made the most of the limited shiggy present. As usual, there was some fore-play with the stream before all were made to get wet. Unfortunately, this was not a good wet. It was a cold, numbing wet. Well, the hare seemed to gain some pleasure out of it. Regardless, the pack continued north for a while, some additional checks were reached, then trail bent westward. Most followed Basket and the hare on true trail, but Amazon followed Dry Foot on a short-cutting attempt. Fuwangi followed for a bit, skeptical and all.

At the top of the hill, the pack soon came together again after an obscure check. Finally, finally, finally, someone followed the trail to the true top of the hill where the beer was stashed. All were happy with IPA, Guinness, hot nuts, cold feet, and song. The mood was blissful until Bondo arrived with Ben. Too bad Basket called Bondo to the BC. That wanker!

After some time passed, all began to freeze. Amazon was becoming hypothermic, and even WIPOS felt a chill (unbelievable!). So the pack resumed trail southward back to the school. Circle was held, and comments on the run seemed to focused on the disappointment that trail did not cross into a local apple orchard with an angry shotgun toting landowner. By this time, Amazon was turning blue, but managed to squeak out a positive rating of 6.9, which managed to be the mathematical total! Hash it went to Basket, so what’s new? That was a rhetorical question.

The wankers moseyed over to Tuck’s for some semi-hot soup, drink, and hot sandwiches. To their surprise, they were booted from the main dining room as two separate parties were monopolizing the seating: A group of geriatrics (about Bondo’s age), and a group of middle-aged married women re-united as they graduated high school together. Hmmm…. decisions, decisions. Leave it to Basket to start the singing and gain the attention of the old ladies. Leave it to Oozing to seat himself at the table of desperate housewives (who seemed to get cuter by the beer!). Meanwhile, Amazon felt left out as she was stuck with Bondo and WIPOS.

Oh the singing! Oh the singing! Even WIPOS joined in the fray! This would have to have been one of the best on-on-on’s in hash history, but the hare still can’t take credit for it. Nevertheless, at about this time, Cum Under PSHS was still late to the hash, alone, cold, and still trying to find away across the stream without getting wet. But why!?!?

And with that, another pathetic Monday evening concluded.

On On

Dry Foot Fairy