First Annual Beach Interhash

Run # 827, 828  March 9 & 10, 2002

Date: First Annual Beach Interhash, Saturday & Sunday, March 9 & 10, 2002

Theme: Two Bods and a Cod
Start: West Harwich at EverReady's family house (fool that she is!)

On In: ditto

Hares: Cod the Animal, Deep Throat, EverReady, assisted by Oozing on Saturday, and assisted by Cream Whora on Sunday

Total Distance: 2 hashes Saturday and Sunday. Saturday had shiggy and was longer. Sunday was reportedly short, maybe 2 miles with beer checks along the water where it was nice and cold.

Scribe by default: Cums Alone (but rumor has it that Oozing is supposed to do a hash trash, as well)

Weather: don't know about Saturday, it was in the 60s in Bahston. It was cold, raw and windy for the Sunday hash on da Cape.

Present: Hashers that I saw there (possibly lots more, but I could only see with one eye):

Boston Hashers: Cock Climber, Cockaholic, Cream Whora, Cums Alone (me, the scribe), Double Flush, Friar F*ck (and Zeena), Fudgesuckle, Funky Diva, Kneeling Room Only, Lube Me In, Menage a Tw*t, Mrs. Robinson, Muffalotta, One Drunk Peeing, Pencil Dick, Puff n Stuff, Shine On Harvard Moon, Snore Play (late cummer after the on in Sunday), Stuff Me, Sugar Plum Fairy, Tattoo My Scrotum (back from Kansas City, on Spring break), Trail Hoover, Viagra Doubtfire, WinToes 69, Dances with Clams and Seamen Mixer

Ottawa and other parts of Canada: Speed Hump, Eat Me, Peniscillin

Rhode Island H3: Surfin Compusex, Basket, Oozing Syphilitic Dictaphone, Dr.Who, Wipos

Wimp - from somewhere on da Cape

Newport H3: Mary Kay,

Les Hemmila and Les's son (exotic international hashers)

Another unwell one: Hong Kong Spewy (at least she could see!)
----
Well I wasn't really there; I arrived Sunday after having put in one contact
with cleaning solution (mega ouch). One Drunk was there, but doesn't
remember very much. So I will include a list of topics and hearsay. Send me
more and I'll add to hearsay. Oozing is supposed to be putting together a
hash trash, but this will have to do for the interim (too many good stories
to not give this a try)

Flour shortage returns: During the run on Saturday, Deep Throat ran out of
flour on trail. She had to go ring a neighbor's doorbell and ask for more.
A lovely 70 something year old woman asked Deep Throat who she was, and then
gave her more flour, provided she didn't put any on her house! Thanks lady!
That's when Oozing and Deep Throat got caught and the pack decided to find
the on-in on their own.

Click here for Oozing's Write-up of the Saturday Hash

Additional Notes from CA…

Quote of the night:"Just my luck to be kissing a guy all night who had been
drinking piss all along..." DeepThroat.

First Drunk: Cream Whora was wobbling by 7 p.m. But although he kept
falling, he kept getting back up. He wobbled his way to the beach, with
some assistance from other hashers.

Martinis: there were martinis, and also Trinity beer and maybe Bondo brew
(it was all dark beer, and it all looks the same to me). Mojitos were the
drink of choice for dinner and breakfast. Martinis were for dinner and
lunch. Martinis are blamed for the Urine Hallway episode (see below).
Martinis are also blamed for Lubie's spying on sleepers, also his puking
(see below).

Food: Submarine sandwiches (in deference to the possible arrival of NH3?),
beer, calzones, beer, antipasto, mojitos, junk food on Saturday. Sunday was
more mojitos, eggs, beer, muffins, beer, fruit, mojitos, sweet bread, beer,
Portuguese soup, beer, bread, Shepard's pie, beer, and calzone for our
vegetarian ... Cock Climber. All but one serving of food was eaten by the
hearty appetites.

The Urine stories:
Urine Hallway: There was urine on the rug in the hallway on Sunday. Turns
out that my sub-scribe mistook the doorway for a urinal. He somehow stopped
midstream when Puff n Stuff yelled at him, and made his way to finish in the
bathroom. Numerous household hints for "pet stain" removal have followed on
the hash list.

Urine Mug: someone (Lube Me In) peed in Puff In Stuff's mug, which explains
why the beer tasted stale.

Urine Luge: Seems that someone created a urine luge, which explains why Puff
n Stuff did not get drunk doing shots. Couldn't you guys have picked on
someone else besides Puff n Stuff on Saturday night?

Barfing: fortunately all in the usual places ... outside by WinToe's Dad
Mobile, Lubie puked in the backyard, and probably in the bathrooms.

Walking On Water: Saturday night by the water ... Penicillin from Ottawa
proved that hashers couldn't walk on water when he pushed Mary Kay (and
possibly Cream Whora, according to my set of drunk correspondents ..
possibly CW fell in) into the ocean. Unfortunately, they were by a drop off,
and disappeared beneath the water, leaving a floating quilt on the water's
surface. Oh, and did I say that Penicillin was naked when he tackled the
harriers?? Hmmm?

Things that go bump in the night: ummm well, there certainly was a lot of
snoring (don't need to be there to know that!)

Tequila: It became clear why Pencil Dick "fell asleep" on the ride back. He
and One Drunk drank over half a liter of tequila in only a few minutes on
Sunday afternoon.

Grandma Red at the Sat night On-In bar: Hashers were not sure if she was
just a drunken local or if she actually worked there. But she was fascinated
by the Hash and came back after a minute away with a hardhat with a
propeller on it. So what if she was dentally challenged? You know how
WinToes likes propellers (I don't want to hear the end of this story!).

Promises, promises:
And here is a quote: "Just a quick reminder to all who are taking part in
the 1st annual beach interhash. Bring extra socks and shoes at the very
least. I cannot stress it enough to all of the Boston urban shiggy lovers
that this entire w/e is going to be served up RIH3 style. Plenty of real
hash shiggy, which means cold, wet, muddy, feet. Also, I think in an effort
to keep the house in decent shape. All shoes will be left outside."
--- Okay, this was true for Saturday, but not for Sunday, according to
reports.

Recycled Ice Luge: seems that Penicillin got his for trying to drown hashers
on Saturday night. At Sunday's circle he was seated on the ice (with a nice
crosswind) for a solid 10 minutes while he was serenaded by the hash. And
what WAS that clinging to his butt when he finally got off the ice?

Oh, and I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the bikini clad bods at the circle
on Sunday ... they were very very cold. The bikini tops were very very
small. These 2 hares lasted through the comments on the run and went inside
and changed.

All in all, another great hash weekend.