Run # 653 November 30, 1998
Hare: Async
Write-up by: Slut
The Start:
Glocester -- Sprague Farm
Shiggy was minimal
Bondo pleaded pedestrian and walked at 18.28
Cheap Licker arrived via route 102 at 80 mph just to get On In
on time
The Slut (yes c'est moi!) arrived at 18.32, proving that 8 miles
on Route 44
from I395 is possible in 6 minutes.
Short Neck,Thick Neck, you know who I mean, twisted an ankle
after just one
click and pleaded the renowned perambulatory challenged
defence and wimped
off from the On After
Async nursed The Slut from the back of the pack after Cheap Licker
took her
flashhlight home and abandoned him (oui, c'est moi encore) to
the demons of
the forest, two of which were evidenced on four legs with wet
noses.
Bondo calls them dogs and I'm inclined to agree, however I have
encountered
some more interesting wet noses after dark in the woods but we
don't need to
go into that old Plymouth story again, do we!
At last a Beer Stop, or Stumble for some, and a discussion of
how to avoid
the Rhode Island Hunters (the season opens tomorrow) while scouting
future
Hash trails. Conclusion, it's obvious really, do it in
the dark, as with
most things in life, I find, that saves an awful lot of embarassment.
On Back after the Beer Stop to a boring stretch of tarmac (that's
pavement
in American English)
A circle of sorts, joined by
1) Why Puss claiming he had run the trail just 20 minutes after
everyone
else
2) Tinker who made no pretence of running the trail, he just
went to the On
After bar and warmed up the hostesses (more of which later)
A Circle of sorts, one Hare's down down and on to the police
The entire Gloscester (yes, I've checked the deviant American
spelling)
police force arrived to investigate reports of yelling and sounds
in the
woods. 6 cops and three cars! Perfectly correct as
ever, it was Basket and
his Horn, we explained. Just a running club singing a few
songs ( the half
minds thought better of the oft declared drinking connection)
and so on to
the On After
Tinker was right, Cady's bar had been warned.
A tour of the upstairs room, mind the Ghosts. Oosing
thought they said,
Goats and got quite excited.
Plenty of pitchers, too many photos of our host's recent wedding,
at the
smallest Chapel in Connecticut, must be a bad omen that!
WhyPuss chose to play pool while Cheap Licker complained about
her dismal
rating in the Newport Shagability League. Apparently she
did not score.
Can't understand that myself as I would give her a trial any
time, but then
I haven't been asked (and you probably won't ever be - Ed.).
Er, so that's about it, except of course Basket becoming disrobed
below the
waist somehow and his sarong appearing on the barmaid's head
(did I say
Head??). Also, a lively discussion about two Brits who
stayed nearby
recently and explained the meaning of 'pissed' to our barmaid.
We confirmed
that it means drunk in English English which was a real surprise
to her, but
then you must remember she's the one who just got married, so
one has to
make allowances.
That's it
Basket drove home with no rear lights (on his car I mean)
Cheap Licker insisted the next time anyone drives home drunk
from a Hash
they should stay at her house, an offer I could accept frequently
(but 'ON
THE FUTON' - is that how we spell it, it's Couch in English English)
And I ran out of petrol (gas) somewhere between Putnam and Norwich,
but
there was nearly a full moon, so that's alright.
C'est la vie
or
as Louis XIV was reported as saying, when rebuked by his mother
about his
choice of ugly mistresses:-
"pendant la nuit, tout les chats sont gris"
which, roughly translated (and I stand to be corrected by any
of you French
speaking bastards!)
"during the night, all pussies look grey"
Au revoir
The Slut >>