Rabbie Burns Hash

Run #982, Jan 31, 2005

Hare:  Basket Boom Boom

Location:  Burrillville High School

Weather:  High 20’s, Clear, Still plenty of Snow.

Present:  Dr WHO, Dry Foot Fairy, Fuwangi Boner, Bondo Jovi, Oozing SD, SESYB, Ben, Seamus.
Not Present (week 4): Just Ariana.

The Run:

The week delayed Rabbie Burns hash was poorly attended compared to the past, no doubt because of the rescheduling. But all save Bondo (a wank!) and DFF (an ignoramus) wore kilts. It was a clockwise circle with too much pavement, too few bimbos, and too little effort on the part of the hare. Don’t try to forgive him because he set two weeks in a row. He’s a wank, and that’s that. You need read no further.

O.K., if you must! From Burrillville High School trail led out to Whipple Road heading southeast. It kept heading southeast. And kept going. Luckily, there were snow drifts to run in, because all that pavement was very painful. Finally, at Rt 102, the trail turned southwest. A check led to the Water Treatment access road. It turned northwest. On more pavement.  True trail turned right for a loop in the woods that only Fuwangi was stupid enough to take. Everyone else skipped this by following the hare. [God knows what Oozing and SESYB did, as they were only just arriving at the High School.] An unmarked whiskey check was held on an unplowed dirt road. Some nice single malt was shared. No signs of Oozing or SESYB. But Fuwangi was sighted, struggling up through snow drifts, swearing mightily. So it had to be cut short. They continued northwest to a check which ultimately led into woods and soon to the landfill. Promising? Yeah, maybe, but it still sucked, as they paralleled the landfill along a fence. They made a gradual semicircle towards the east. Another check turned left to the north, on a snow-covered dirt road to the BC.

The BC was quiet until Oozing and SESYB arrived, provoking howls of derisive laughter. Finishing up, they faced the inevitable: the hare was trying to recoup some points and pointed out the trail back, crossing the Clear River. Ooh! It was so scary! And wet. Don’t make us cross that stream; it’s at least 10” deep! Wah Wah Wah! But it was only a short hop back to the cars from there, emerging by the ice-skating Rink. They changed and drove back to the hare’s house for the circle.

The circle was quickly dispatched. Ratings: failure to take advantage of the snow, contrived shiggy, prolonged pavement, and the lack of lost hashers balanced the Whiskey and beer checks, the enjoyment of watching Fuwangi struggle, and the general amnesty associated with kilt-wearing. Total: +0.69. Hashit: Dr WHO, for no good reason. After religion, Haggis was produced with the traditional toast, and “Ode to a Haggis”, and they settled in to eat, to watch a soft-core schoolgirl/kilt movie (“Exotica”, now on all our NetFlix lists!), and show each other what exactly was under their kilts. Horrible!

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