Run #430 / October 20, 2008
Scribe: Just Bonnie
This week was a momentous occasion for the BH3- it was more than a r*n, it was a cultural event. Unbeknownst to some of us,
After the obligatory standing-around-hoping-we-are-in-the-right-place-or-that-more-people-come (as if it hasn’t already taken some of us an hour to get to
Dogface prepared a lovely, well-marked trail which included such treats as scenic brownstones, a chicken and eagle split near the end, and fewer catcalls than usual. I can not tell you where the hell we actually were, other than that it appeared to be mostly
- Dogface for setting the trail- and possibly for something else that no one can seem to recall, though we will never forget how agonizingly S-L-O-W-L-Y he drank, allowing me to witness the full completion of the "why are we waiting" song for the very first time
- Blackout for being overly sweaty (yummy!)
- Eva for her creative use of the English language (Steve kindly joined her)
- Ashley for calling Blackout out for something like having things thrown at him on the trail, but her accusations backfired (much like my willingness to do this write-up)… Ashley was also apparently given a down down for being an overzealous haberdasherer
- The Saint for his new, glowing white kicks- which he then drank out of without a single complaint
- Carrie for paying hash cash in change (now Dogface can do laundry!) and finally,
- Sean, for his turn as the aforementioned "Good Samaritan"
I was also asked to model my new, beautiful (and not overpriced a bit!) haberdashery, but despite my best "Vanna White", was given neither a beer nor a song, so cannot count this as a true down down. Better luck next time.
Much like a pie eating contest at the state fair (god I miss the pig races… is this why I started hashing?), the beer was tasty but short-lived (next time I will volunteer to drink ALL the down downs so that by the time the beer runs out I won’t notice). However, I was pleasantly surprised that we were allowed to order the festive Pumpkin Ale this week (thanks, Mom and Dad!). The pizza was also tasty and quickly consumed but may I suggest more pepperoni next time? And don’t even tell me that’s what she said. I KNOW.
Although Carrie, Sean, Leo, and myself were the first to arrive, I haven’t a clue as to who may have been the last to leave, as I made a beeline for the godforsaken G train as soon as the beer ran dry. I also don’t know how many hashers were in attendance, as the numbers always seem to rise by the time we get to the bar… hmmmm.
And that’s all she (the virgin write-up author) wrote.