Suddenly the morning seemed a little brighter, the birds sang a little sweeter, and I could relax for once and enjoy the run. Many hashers brought their photo collections from the previous week's Red Dress Run, and there was a festive spirit abounding as the hares took off.
Father A was led by the hashit, prancing about idiotically, using the hashit as a prop. The virgins in the crowd were duly impressed with this raucous activity, which we can only hope that Pit Stop will continue to emulate. Perhaps we should have the hashit lead Father A every week-- could a tradition be building here?
The pack was off on time, and came quickly upon the first of what would be many checks this day, after bidding Good Morning to Burnt Sox, who was just arriving by car. For all of the checks these hares laid, I have to admit that their trail was well planned. I guess Continental Drip is having a positive impact on French Toasted's trail-laying habits! Back behind Price Club, trail led down a grass embankment to a cold-flowing stream. Soon it was up a series of steep muddy hills, and On On. The rest of the trail was enjoyable, especially one particular backcheck that truly foiled the FRBs.
Got to admit, this was one of the finest hashing days we've had since last Spring. The Summer was cooler and drier than any that I can remember, and now that Fall is shouldering its way onto the calendar, I'm confident we'll be enjoying some outstanding trails in the next weeks...
Trail led back over Rolling Rd, and down, down, down the longest, sweetest hill of the day. Harriettes LIO,B! and Spread Sheets sang the praises of this downhill loudly. The Scribe was relieved, because it would have been hard to explain how an A-A run could be UPHILL ALL THE WAY! Well, it damn near was, anyway...
An Unsolvable Check ensued, finally solved by Head Master when he scrambled over a private-property looking fence. Trail finally led up a woody slope, along a chain link fence, and out onto Boston Dr to the On In, conveniently located down the road from Price Club.
The Circle
The Hares-
As is our wont, we commenced with the hares, Continental Drip and French Toasted-- for a truly shitty trail!
Anniversaries-
Next came last week's anniversarians, whom we wouldn't have heard last week anyway due to all of the noise:
- Spread Sheets (100), Steve Bush (5), and Lisa Arbo (5).
This week's Annies included Red Snapper (155), Poop Deck (145), Wankers Aweigh (135), Foul Balls (75), and No Class (69).
Virgins-
Grover C. 'Lew' Lewis, III, Julie Pearl, Scott 'Wet Nutz' McLennan, and Remo Payson.
Visitors-
Neil 'Dr Pecker' Marple was our lone visitor this day.
Returners-
Red Snapper, Bonzai Ben
Namings-
Christine 'Blue Balls' Moreland, Steve 'Burning Bush' Bush, and Lisa 'Physical Terrorist' Arbo.
The Rap Sheet
Late Sign Ins: Hands Solo, Burnt Sox, Blue Balls, and Fly the Friendly Thighs
Environmental: Wankers Aweigh, Steamer
Birthdays: Quick Drawers, Rut Ro
Autohashing: Wankers Aweigh
Booty Flashing Without Permission (And Out of the View Of) Spouse: No Class
Racing (To The Extent That He Stated He Wanted To 'Finish First'): Foul Balls
Had Something Better To Do the Last Four Weeks: Red Snapper
Sassing the Scribe/Hashit: Dual Air Bags
Making Bestial Comments About a Family Pet: Pit Stop
The Hashit-
Steamer displayed the hashit, noting that somehow it had contracted an STD. Fly the Friendly Thighs certified that it was healthy when it left her custody, so it must have been used after it disappeared at the 469th, when it finally came back to Poop Deck (from persons unknown). I have to wonder: Who is Poop Deck protecting? Since it's an election year, I'll refrain from speculating who this might be, but Poop Deck let it slip that he had to pick up the hashit from Bethesda Naval Hospital, and that as he arrived a big green helicopter with a white top was just taking off...
Pit Stop got the hashit by a wide margin, for the comment that 'Nick doesn't have any balls, but he does have a dick and he knows how to use it!' 'Nuff said? I THINK SO.
My Work Here Is Done.