Run #1892<br/>
Hash: Thanks for the Mammories Hash<br/>
When: 05/30/22<br/>
Hare: OOzing Syph<br/>
Hashers: Basket, Rusty, Sautee Man, WHO, PG, Crotchy and wee one, Just Pat, Mr. Bean, Snap Chat, Cracker, Just David, Just Kim and bro Justin<br/>
Where: Boston Sports Club, 131 Pitman St. Providence<br/><br/>
WHO & I watched Rusty pull in next to the Hare, in front of the Bottles liquor store. OOzing had just popped in to pick up a few beers for the Hash (there's nothing like the excitement of waiting until the last minute and hoping you'll pull it off) PS....he didn't, but more on that later.<br/><br/>
OOzing shouted out that he was going to pick up Sautee Man and took off. Rusty re-parked beside WHO and I in front of the Boston Sports Palace, just a few hundred feet away, and offered us a Poor Judgement. It was prophetic but we didn't know it yet.<br/><br/>
Next in was Cracker, PG, Just Pat with Mr. Bean and Snapper, Just David, and then Crotch Tiger with her Wee One. Last in was Just Kim and Bro Just Justin. The Hare gave a short Chalk Talk and asked for 2 minutes. He ran across the lot and left around the building to set the start. But was surprised to find the gate he expected to exit was locked. We watched as he ran back around the lot, and up the walkway to the condo complex in full view of the pack and just adjacent to where we were parked.<br/><br/>
After the requested 2 minutes, a couple Wankers followed his tracks left around the building. Maybe they thought he was pulling the wool or somethin', while the rest of us ran straight up the path to the condos. The trail took a quick left after the buildings and downhill to the submerged tracks exiting the old tunnel. PG was in front of me as she tried to keep her feet dry and most of us had small successes in following her lead.<br/><br/>
At the upright Railroad Bridge, the trail seemed to go left downhill, where Rusty found the 'W'. The pack followed the Hare around the left side, down a slippery slope to the water's edge, where Irish and Scotch whiskeys were offered and enjoyed by all.<br/><br/>
Back on trail up towards the ball fields then right on the bike path. A check had us investigating the first of many homeless camps we'd see tonight. It was here momma Swan protecting her eggs, kept us from going too near the water. Then flour was found going left and back to the bike path. In a short while we found ourselves on pavement leading toward the Henderson Bridge. Another check led us under the bridge and onto River Drive, passing a few lonesome men waiting for companionship, then into the Blackstone Park Conservation District.<br/><br/>
The pack tried to follow the trail, but it bobbed and weaved so many times that I just continued straight until I hit flour. I called the pack on. Rusty was just behind me as I hit the sluice-way and I crossed over. He kept on the left and found flour. As I continued on, I could hear him calling "OnOn", but stayed the path until I hit Blackstone Blvd and came on Butler (he denied this at the Circle), then turning left, where I worked my way through the Lincoln School and I found flour.<br/><br/> 
I could have gone right and followed trail, but thought again that I may miss Beer, so I went left into the Blackstone Conservation area following trail backwards. Good Choice! I met Crotchy at the top of a set of stairs, where I could hear the pack below at the Beer Stop. Well, so called 'Beer Stop'. The Hare mistakenly picked up an All Day Wheat Beer at Bottles as he forgot to read the label. Rusty and WHO enjoyed a Captain's, while the rest of us didn't enjoy what was left. Just Pat was especially insulted and walked away after giving me his opened can. A few songs were sung including 'Asshole' for the Wanker walking away.<br/><br/>
The trail back was not marked, so I ran along the conservation trails to River Rd and back into the parking lot, where I met Just Pat, WHO had rented a scooter and drove back. We waited for the pack to arrive soon after and then drove over to W00zie's to Circle up.<br/><br/>
I pulled in behind Cracker with WHO just behind me. We decided to tighten up the spaces and as we exited the cars, WHO forgot to put his into park. Cracker was quick to warn him as his car slowly started backing down the street, with guess WHO standing on the side. All was well as he jumped in and put it in park.<br/><br/>
The Hare started the grill as we stood in the smoking charcoal and found real beer in the cooler. Circle gave the Hare many complaints about the lack of quality beer. (This is beginning to be a problem with the RIH3 Hares. They fail to read the label before purchasing. Cracker had NA beer, Mr. R had something with beer on the label but it should have read water. All you have to do is "read the labels", jimmy.) The Hare got his DD and sang. Backsliders and Virgins drank and sang. Just Pat should have gotten the Hashit for riding the scooter back to the start. PG for abandoning the Circle for the second week in a row.  Just Pat for bringing Mr. Bean, but in the end it fell to me. We had religion and then we enjoyed WOOzie burgers and Sautee Man kabobs with some good beer before heading home.<br/>
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On On.