As usual, crappy weather seems to bring out the best in hashers, and there must have been about 60 people trying to keep their spirits up in the ankle-deep slurpee of a parking lot. The school that the parking lot belongs to more closely resembles a bomb shelter than a school-- no wonder taxes in Fairfax are so high-- they want every student to survive the Apocalypse! Need I say outright that most of us in MVH3 can remember Duck & Cover?!? Don't fib, just admit that you're getting old; it's the only way to comes to terms with it. Still don't want to play this game? Ok, well, if you remember Green Bay winning either of the first two Super Bowls, then don't blame me, you're just bullshitting yourself. 'Course, if you don't remember because you don't watch football, then just what have you done with your life in the past 30 years?!?

So much for baby boomer angst. That's nothing compared with locking you keys in the car trunk, right Pit Stop? Virtually the entire hash was a Late Sign In today, because "the weight of the snow caused my trunk lid to close." So sez Pit Stop, who waited around for help getting unlocked.

We followed a trail marked with candy hearts and kool aid mix down a slippery slope and through woods along what was a paved trail after your foot splashed its way through the covering ice & snow. Many, many BTs fouled the FRBs due to how difficult it was to discern the flour against the snowy background. Melting began to occur as the morning wore on, making the shiggy parts mucky in the extreme-- add a 20-30 knot wind, and you'd have had a PERFECT hashing day, but even so these were damn fine hashing conditions. Still, many availed themselves of the turkey trail, opting for a quicker return to relative warmth, dry socks, and beer.

The On In served up a delightfully warming chili, a buttery cake with chocolate chips, and plenty of stinky, sweaty hashers. Papa Sox maintained his composure despite our raucous antics-- but he has already seen us in action during warmer times. Anyway, I doubt anyone would have been as happy outdoors on such a crappy cold weather day-- it was great to be indoors!

Anniversaries

Bavarian Bush (195), Foul Balls (85), Late Comer (5)

Virgins

Seth Chanowitz and Kris Gleason graced us with their presence.

Returners

The Dribbler, Snow Fairy, Bonzai Ben, Roto Router, Cold Sweats-- was this Old Timers Day, or what?!?

The Hashit

Finally! A Hashit election worthy of prolonged anticipation, involving the anxious Byte Lightning (so very eager to divest himself of the Sacred Vessel), the earringed Toxic Cock, Roto with his new headgear, and our sweet, demure Spread Sheets, who is never too busy to graciously spend time with "the little people". As long as this hashit has been getting passed around (it's almost been with us for 18 months!), it's a wonder that everyone hasn't had at least one turn with it. But for talking down to not only the Scribe and Subscribe, but a group of no less than three Joint Masters, Spread Sheets earned the right, the privilige, and the honor of toting the hashit next week. The atmosphere when she accepted her sceptre was like a coronation, or a royal wedding (as carried by the Ricki Lake Show). Maybe if she threw her weight around and paid for the county to plow our parking lots, we could figure out a way for her to get rid of it! Nah, let her keep it a few weeks longer!

My Work Here Is Done. .