HARES: Scottish Andrew and Crazy Bob
On In: Mc’Somethings (at the Seaport)
HASH SONNET #73
That time of year thou mayst in us behold
When the hash doth move to Sundays
From summer Wednesdays and the weather gets cold,
Bare ruin’d bodies, where late the sweet NASS sang.
In us thou seest the savages of sun,
Having spent too much time at the beach having fun ,
Which by and by the cold black nights will soon take away,
Winter’s second self, that chafes us all
In us thou see’st the glowing of such beer
That on the hashes of our youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must cheer
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes our love for the hash more strong,
To love that well which we must leave ere long.
(With apologies to our dear friend Bill with-the-Shakes-peare)
So, here we are again, fall. The best season of the year, and it’s not just because it’s my birthday. The weather is cooler, which makes r*nning much more tolerable and, let’s face it, it’s just getting too f***ing dark to r*n at .
Our group was relatively small, given the swell of new hashers this summer. But, as it true of all hashing, the new members become regulars and thus cease to be referred to as Newbies. NOTE: That does not mean, however, that any contract entered into for the sake of fornicating on the hash is null and void.
Our pack gathered at the smelly start on Fulton and South Streets. Fast Am. Dave #6 with Devo in tow, John Burke, Wet Connection, Jacob, Gary, Dave and Steve, Bruce, Ste (of Stewa), John H., Stacia, Chris, Leo, Heather, Cree and Carla, Dave Hardy, Jonathan, MasterCard, Denise and Patrick. HUA and Dave Long were late to the start – so they missed all of the check(s). More about that in a minute.
I decided to give the trail a go, despite having taken a monster digger on the
There was a check at
Thinking that we’d never find a place cheap enough for us in the Seaport, I thought about shortcutting the stairs up to the 3rd floor. But, I followed Carla and MC up – thank G*d, ‘cause that was the on-in.
As we mingled at the bar (we were the only ones in the joint) we were joined by a couple of civilians: Junior, Wa (of Ste) Yello Smello and Sideshow Bob.
We congregated outside on the veranda for the Circle. Because we were the only ones in the bar, we didn’t piss anyone off by turning down the music and singing songs off key. So, without further ado, the down-downs:
The hares, because they go first.
The hares, because there were only two checks.
The hares for an alleged phantom 3rd check.
Visitor Five Pack from
Visitor Five Pack for a fashion violation. He r*n in jeans. According to hash lore, the last person to r*n in jeans got hit by car.
More fashion violations: Fast Am. Dave #6 for wearing a plaid shirt. When one fashion-challenged man drinks, they all drink. Sideshow Bob and DBB – for wearing plaid shirts.
Devo, as a FRB and stand-in for
AOW went to Denise (recently named Slip-and-Slide) for putting down false pack marks.
Hash cash ran out by or so, but that didn’t stop the usual dr*nks from sticking around until the bartender kicked them out at .
‘Till the spring time my dear hashers!