Saturday morning broke warm and sunny this day as the MVH3 gathered in a wooded park tucked away neatly off Rte 50 in Arlington. This park featured two excellent qualities: alcohol was allowed, and the grills were large enough to accommodate bonfires (for the second week in a row!). Think how nice it would be if we could consume ale in our local public parks. We should consider running hashers for public office on this platform alone; with all the voter apathy out there, if we could simply congeal all of the hash support and get out the vote, who knows how far we could take this?

So can you guess why the Scribe is so preoccupied with drinking in public this week? One reason might be the contingent of POLICE that showed up with their custom hats. Wilburrr, Fly The Friendly Thighs, and Drinks On Me, Bud! turned out to be the perpetrators under the hats-- thank goodness they weren't the genuine article!

We had Byte back for the Father Abraham this week, and our shouts of Byte's a Ho fairly rattled the windows of the White House. I read in the paper where the Secret Service scrambled just after 10 am after hearing our lusty shouts. Pretty soon the pack was off in search of trail.

We hadn't run far when we happened upon the first check, which was really an unmarked backcheck. Took us about five minutes to figure this one out, and once we did the trail became a series of annoying checks around apartments, neighborhoods, and finally down and around the aptly named Four Mile Run.

Eventually the trail ended in an abrupt check near a bridge over the creek. Again after several agonizing minutes, true trail was finally found-- up a steep leafy hillslope. When we reached the top of this hill, trail continued on up past apartment buildings, and then into another appropriately named area: Tyrol park. I swear we passed through a cloud layer up there, and I even saw a mountain goat. This shitty trail defied the fundamental law that an A-A trail must necessarily end at the same elevation that it started. This shitty trail was uphill all the way!

...or nearly so. From Tyrol park we descended down a really steep slope down a path leading back over Four Mile Run. This took us pretty much straight back to the start, and the On In.

One of the first things I discovered upon achieving the On In was that there was a hare snare by Tore Ass and Fire & Ice. Seems they caught Ass Licker, about one block from the On In. What a pity, to be snared on your virgin hare!

Anyway, the hares had a feast of chili with all the fixings, baked chicken, and beans. There was even hot chocolate in addition to the usual beer and soda! Everything was kept hot on the charcoal grills.

The Circle

Anniversaries: Red Snapper (160), Spread Sheets (110), Dual Air Bags (100), Slip Knot (85), French Toasted (50), No Class (50), RutRo (50), Overbooked (30), Kimo (I Want to Lei You) (15), and No Shit Einstein (10).

Virgins: Jan Harrington, Bob & Wenda Fleming, Tracy Henshaw, Joe & Kathy Fersomething, and Diane.

Returners: Love Me Tender, Chap A Quid Dick, Cross Hares, Hot Legs, Bonzai Ben, Tore Ass, Fire & Ice, In The End, Second Fiddle, Pay Per View.

Namings: Sean Murray was named 'Hair of the Dog', and and Linda McShane was named 'Any Stiff Will Do'.

Violations:

Late Sign Ins: Blue Balls and Late Comer

Fashion Statement: Cunning Runt and Missing Link (identical pants)

Directing Traffic: Tore Ass, Fire & Ice

Birthday: Burnt Sox

New Shoes: Cork Screwed

Wearing Racing Shirts While Haring: Bump & Gump, Ass Licker Licker