The hare thought it’d be cute to start during the Wickenden St Columbus Day Parade.  All well and good, but if you want the full effect, you should direct the trail against the flow of the parade, rather than along with it. The pack ended up seeing about two groups in the parade, about four times. Luckily, the hare was absent, “live-setting”.

Trail led down Wickenden to a check, and WHO led straight as the pack decided to go right. WHO was right, but if the pack had just continued, they would have cut an unnecessary half-mile off the run. That is, if they could have found any of the non-existent marks! Trail, such as it was, crossed the Point Street bridge. A check sent many into a parking lot, looking for a way out. But true trail followed the Wild Colonial Hot Dog trail (from the day before), and continued up to Eddy St. and went north to the River walk. The Crawford St. bridge turned them back to the East Side.

Marked confusion now followed. There were almost no marks to be seen. Finally, by random chance, a single mark was seen on Benefit St., and the pack turned, found a stairway to climb, and continued north through a RISD yard, and on Pratt. The overgrown segment of Bowen St. was ascended, and a “B” was found, just inside Prospect Park. Also found was a group of 20-30 people on the Providence Ghost Tour. They were prepared for ghosts, but weren’t bargaining for hashers. The hare and the beer were found at the south edge of the park.

It only took a few songs to send the ghost hunters on their way, some surreptitiously dialing the police on their cell-phones. There was no Basket, so it was not felt wise to linger, and the hare directed them to follow trail(Ha!) back to the B of the A-to-B run. Obviously, this would be the Wild Colonial, so most ignored marks and simply ran downhill and back to Main Street. Once the hare arrived, the circle was formed, concealed by some underbrush on an overgrown boat-ramp. At last, some shiggy! But the concealment was to no avail as Basket, Fuwangi and…Are you serious?!!...Cumunder arrived.

The run was rated. There were now SIX bimbos present! And NO BONDO! This almost turned the tide for the hare. But the pain of the pavement won out. Total:-6.9. Backsliders were next, followed by virgins. And, as he had convinced his girlfriend to make an appearance, Just Pat (Brown-eye Taco) was sent into the river for yet another renaming. We heard it from her. Don’t blame us. “Can’t Eat Pussy” became his new name. Wonder how long that’ll last! Hashit initally went to Basket. But through a bizarre sequence of whining, tortured logic, and confusion it wound up with the hare, for changing hash location at the last minute. Wanker!

After finishing, some went back to get their cars, and some moved into The Wild Colonial, where the solo barmaid/waitress/cleaning girl was looking pretty frazzled. Everyone ordered Reubens, as there was apparently no other choice. And they began to arrive after about 6.9 hours. A fine finish, and all declared that if they could give the hare hashit twice in one night, they certainly would.