Rhode Island AGM
Run # 569 April 13, 1997
Hare: Basket and Bondo
Hashit:: Gobble Gobble
by Snot
This was not Rhode Islands 569th run, actually only the 567th but Basket had already printed the badges. It was by far the best attended run so far this year with over 40 participants, coming from Boston, Newport, Worcester, New York and of course RI. Our hare and co-hare, Basket and Bondo, laid a memorable run on this Sunday.
Setting off from Fogarty Hospital car park which included shiggy bramble, I believe the Fat One found all the water and bramble, he likes flagellation also. The trail went from the parking lot ‘up and down the road’ onto trail, through water which the Fat One tried to consume, over asphalt through brown shit under power cables and anything else that was seen as a challenge-a good all rounder. The marked trail was confused with flour by many with Gobble Gobble and Async needing eye checks before they crash into “Mind your Head” signs.
Eventually, most of us amassed at the high point of Rhode Island to some exceptional beer brewed by Bondo Jovi with additional juices added by Jake. Some of our female brethren decided to short cut over water and Fergie led the way checking the depth with baby pram complete with baby. Everybody was consuming beers at the rate of knots, that is until it was realized their were a couple of losses, Gobble Gobble and Async who for once came in last, hey Async now you know how I feel! A wide selection of songs led by our choirmaster Basket. Vote of Grandmaster went to Friar Fuck who accepted without challenge, more songs then back to the on in trail.
The run back led us down the rocky trail through more water which The Fat One decided to get a real close look at onto some more cunning checks and although the end was close a final circle jerk was set. At the end, we were greeted with beers frozen in some remaining snow, with a search party going out for two lost souls who collapsed probably from alcohol poisoning. The on-on was at Bondo’s house which was no mean feat with over 40 people to feed, the circle up was long with various calls into the circle ranging from Boston attendees congratulating themselves to the nomination for the best bugle player and some non descript RIH3 awards. The circle was by far the longest held for some time with various runners breaking to get nourishment. Worm was in attendance in the real form which ended up in Friars grog-did he eat it? The food was a brilliant hot Bondo dish followed by the chocolate prick which was sucked by Shine and Stiff Upper Nips. The best turnout of the year with official RIH3 nominees being forgotten in the celebrations. I later found out that by my absence I was voted the sane GM of RIH3, for my sin of leaving early, it is truly an office I will serve with dignity, bring in a little bit of British culture, which is something you Bastards no nothing about, also to introduce a second rule to the Hash constitution, that is refer to rule one.
On-On,
Snot (44th Run in RI)