Uxbridge Wedding Hash

Run #1224, September 14, 2009

Hare:  Basket Boom Boom

Location: Uxbridge, MA

Weather: 60's, clear.

Present:   Dr WHO, Pat My Fly (Retard), Just Pat, Flexible Video Endoscope, Oozing SD, Wee Balls, Just Keri, Flobanger, Donkey Punch, Pubic Housing, Justin My Ass, Just Macey, Just Jen, Dogmeat.

The Run:
To celebrate the recent wedding of Wee Balls to Just Keri, the hare set a short, but redundant trail in Uxbridge, starting from Hanna’s Place. Most parked following WHO’s lead, in the adjacent parking lot for the currently vacant real restaurant the name of which escapes me. The hare arrived in time to give some instructions to the pack, and they were off. Trail led initially west, behind Hanna’s. 

Soon, marks led them back, across the street and northwest on Balm of Life Spring Road. A check caused some confusion. Soon, Just Pat and WHO found true trail heading northeast on the backside access road behind the truck depot. They soon found a river crossing, and led the pack into a bushwhack on the opposite side. Those that had done this trail before knew where this was going. A run through the old sand and gravel pits, up to the powerlines, down the powerline trunk back to another river crossing. Why do we bother?

 

Trail led through the old sand and gravel pits, up to the powerlines, down the powerline trunk back to another river crossing. At the river, a nervous kayaker packed up and left at the sight of WHO careening down the hill unsteadily, followed by the fleeter and more graceful Flexi and Just Pat. The hare waited on the other side, enjoying the view. And praise be! The beer check!

 

The rest of the hashers trickled in and made the crossing. DFL (almost) was Oozing, who seemed to have difficulties negotiating the stream. But it was all a ploy, as he managed to pilfer the hare’s bugle, and make his way back to the east bank. Songs were begun and it was pleasantly childish as usual. And to top it off, who should show up but two-timer Just Jen! The enterprising lass had arrived late and still managed to follow trail! A natural hasher!

 

After finishing, trail out was indicated by the hare. The young and energetic followed true trail east on the powerlines, crossing Quaker Highway and turning south in the woods. The hashers with any sense followed WHO’s lead and backtracked on the backside access road to a brief tour of the tractor trailer graveyard, and out to Quaker Highway, and the cars. If only those young folks would take the time to read some of these Write-Ups, then maybe they wouldn’t be led astray so often. When I was a lad, I paid more attention to my elders, I can tell you!

 

Circle was of course, held at Basket's. The trail was rated: pavement, no virgin territory, minimal shiggy were bad. But, no Bondo, multiple bimbos, good beer, and silly youngsters that actually followed the On-In trail. Total: +0.69. Backsliders were punished, the wedding couple were punished, and the two-timer was chastised.  Another attempt was made to name Just Pat. Good Luck! Pathetic! Hashit went to Flexi. Allright! Enough! I’m tired of having to explain that I can’t remember why someone gets hashit. I usually can’t even understand it when it happens, much less 4 months later. So quit yer bellyachin’! I’m sure Flexi remembers why he got it. But he’s not talking.

 

Dinner was almost ready, and of course, many decided to try their luck in the frigid swimming pool. It was getting dark, but not so dark that Basket could keep his clothes on, so the group beheld a naked Basket (like THAT’S a surprise!) and a bottomless Oozing. Like we’ll ever see Just Jen again, now! Good job, you wanks!


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