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!
On On