It had seemed like only days had passed from the horror of ‘Hashing for a Hor’, and it was. For this was a special occasion ‘Full Moon’ hash! The usual requirements were followed, ensure it is dark and cold and windy… perfection! Hard2Swallow was our hare and we gathered behind PCR for some very quick instructions/hash-hare blessing and then after a shot of Fireball for medicinal purposes the hare was off. The pack wandered indoors to check out any specials on shoes. Well, all except Shunty who thought he would be incognito in the dark till we decided to turn on the lights and lo and behold, the Shunt had donned a brand new pair of shoes! Oohs and ahs were made as we inspected them conjuring up suitable future punishments for this misdeed.
Finally venturing out into the bitter cold the pack, consisting of JustJason, Shunty, MoanerLisa and Goatbag headed up the alleyway, the moon not really wanting to show itself amidst the clouds. We wound around a few blocks before heading in a general direction right past Mudhoney’s place. I use the name Mudhoney even though virtually everyone in the pack (and perhaps some vagrants) called her Rowena! As we’d been out in the elements for at least five minutes it was decided to visit whateverhername was. We serenaded her with a lovely round of ‘Why was she born so beautiful’ and then dashed off before we were tempted in with promises of beer, food and heat. Now we entered a hilly section compromised with shig. In the daytime this is tricky enough but our hare was a fiend and short enough to miss all the branches that smacked us in the face. He led us out onto the Esplanade trail and downward towards the abode of Philthy. Again, since it had been at least ten minutes since we’d been warm we decided to see if Mr. Hummer was home. The smell of curry issued out from behind his door and we quickly stampeded in. Beer and curry was quickly doled out and having decided that we’d taken all we could and that Philthy wasn’t going to join us, we carried on along Lakeshore Drive.
After yet another back-check we picked up speed and turned past the Sicamous into the Rose Garden. There the marks became puzzling, looking as if they headed into a shrubbery. Moaner headed off around the far side and down the channel while the rest of the pack decided to wait with the hare, who was patiently sitting in the fountain with the beer. Apparently, she hadn’t succumbed to his promises of cold beer as she dashed by. The misfortunate hare had run out of flour and decided to sit it out amongst the rocks with his cache of beer. It turns out that despite our planned pitstops we were only about 10 minutes behind! Now refreshed the group headed back to the start and circled up inside PCR.
Downdowns were issued to:
The Hare – For making us run in such foul weather, poor lighting, tricky footing, back-checks, and running out of flour!
Shunty – New Shoes! (Due to being inside we wisely decided to have him drink out of a cup)
JustJason – For losing part of his valuable lighting display, which can save your life in a town of Senior drivers. (Shunty produced the offending evidence)
Moaner Lisa/Goatbag – For getting carried away and sprinting down Lakeshore, doing the calls mainly to themselves because of their greatness.
Virtually everyone except Goatbag – Calling Mudhoney by her non-hasher name.
On-On!
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