In keeping with the true spirit of Oktoberfest the Mount Vernon Hash House Harriers were treated to brotwurst, German Potato Salad, and good beer as this Saturday's hares transported us to the Bavaria of the Washington area - Meadowlark Garden Park - setting a voonderbar trail through the hills and dales of the Wolf Trap Park area. Then came the Parking Nazi to screw up everyone's fun. This chick should have had a strong German Beer for breakfast, it really would have taken the edge off for her. Apparently, the hash had parked in the wrong "public" parking lot and P.N. was pretty ticked about it. Actually, I think she was more mad that no one in the hash would admit to being in charge of the group.

"You mean to tell me that you people get together every weekend and run and there's no one that coordinates this group."

Silence from the hash, apparently stunned by the intellect of this question.

I don't think this has ever been contemplated. How do you explain to a non-hasher that the hash seems to take on a life of its own, needing neither worker bees nor Queen Bees to survive. It will go on even after we are all gone. It is like eboli. Nobody really ever knows where it starts but its keeps multiplying until its of epidemic proportion. The hash is bigger than you or I.

"I can't believe this. Someone has got to be in charge here." said P.N.

Again, silence from the hash.

Fortunately, Nun for Me was able to calm her down and she finally declared him the only sane one amongst us. She promised not to tow our cars but I don't think anyone believed her. There is some justice in life, though. As we passed by the parking lot after the hash we noticed that the lot we had parked in was empty. The lot next to it was filled with cars and guests for the afternoon's wedding. Moral of the story: Well, there is none, but I suggest we go back and kick this chick's ass for being creepy.

Most of the pack was long gone on trail by now. The rest of us started out on trail. Screws Everybody found a hole in the fence and scored a short cut along the perimeter of the park. No Class, Sweet Cheeks, Late Cummer, and Steel Trap led the walkers on the trail which eventually led to a neighborhood behind the park. Mellow Foreskin Cheese and I ran through checks already marked by hashers that had cum before us. Soon we were at the water stop when Cunning Runt and Dr. Jekyl came from the rear. We followed the creek bed along and under the toll road when we spotted Pay per View on the other side of the creek. There was only one option for her, and swim she did through the dark, murky, toxic waters.

Soon afterwards, Dual Air Bags and Rutro came racing by and we followed them in as the trail met up with the walkers near the On-In.

The circle was lively as we celebrated anniversaries for Robert Geyer-5, Lilí Guinea-15, and Rutro-150. Our one virgin this week was Jerry Stangohr and we had two visitors, IBO-IBO from Bankok H3 and Dave Bodek. Our returning hashers were Keyhole, Robert Geyer, Heart On, Nun for Me, and DíBar. We also had the pleasure of naming Eric Hodgson "Pinky Penis."

There were quite a few violations. Rutro and Dual Air Bags were caught racing. Jerry, the virgin, had an environmental violation and Pay Per View got violated for swimming. Fly the Friendly Thighs got no violations but had to drink anyway.

The circle ended with hardrive giving up the hashit after a foiled plot to make him keep it was masterminded by Blank Check. No one understood this but Blank Check himself and actually Wankers Aweigh ended up getting the hashit for not putting directions on Pudjamo.

The hash ended with P.Ennis and Oreo fighting over the last bit of Black Forest Cake. Oreo was declared the winner but not before P.Ennis had an ingested an entire mouthful of A.B.L (already been licked) cake. Don't worry, P.Ennis, everyone knows a dog's mouth is cleaner than a humans. Right?