Friday night started with us congregating in the basement of the Heidelberg Bar, one of the few places left in Ann Arbor that doesn’t mind the hash. Tasty beers and conversations with new and old friends flowed. After a bit Whip and guest hare Serving Seamen set out for stop #2, Haymaker Public House. The long bar was mostly empty and seemed just right for a thirsty hasher to find a cold beer. After ignoring us for several minutes and…
Dawn is coming later these days. It was a glorious, clear morning to be watching the sun come up of Canada-land while hauling coolers full of beer over Detroit’s smooth streets and sidewalks. Not a lot to say about this one. We came. They came. The beer and Fireball flowed and there was much rejoicing. Early on I was up the road with some flour, leaving a large ON ON, BN and true trail arrow. Officer friendly asked what I…
Yes! There was a hash yesterday! Or did a lot of people just gather in a Metropark to fall on their asses on ice? You decide. Anyway, there we were standing around waiting for circle to start when Lord of the Banjos gets a phone call. His facial expression transforms from confusion to shock to horror. Who’s on the other end of the line? No Pussy of course, who has been dropped off accidentally by his Uber 2 miles from…
So there we were driving down a one-way, dog infested street in a tiny neighborhood where probably 75 % of the remaining residents of Delray call home. We found the snow covered parking lot. You could tell we were in the right spot as the missing member of ICP, 2 Dopey was there to greet us (See below.) After hearty hellos and a longer than necessary chalk talk, although with a wonderfully vivid neon orange flour, the hares were off…
so there i was……… At first BN while waiting for runners one walker [TMI 😉 ]was a bit frustrated at how short the first half distance had been. admittedly I had been disoriented with the area on first pass. i did however assure said hasher that the 2nd half would be more. after having waited for runners their fearless hare set off to find her missing souls. She was a bit concerned given that at least 1 runner should have…
There I was on a Thursday evening getting ready to beat my meat to some hot covid antibody chicks, but first I had to wait for the email with the passcode for my 7-day trial. When I stumbled upon an email from none other than Coxcykle stating that there that hares were needed for the weekend. While the image of Cocykles hairy legs emerging from his shorts turned my half-cub member full flaccid it did spark a fire inside and…
Summary: We somehow pulled off another successful hash. Of the 20ish hashers who participated this weekend only 2 got really lost, so I consider that a win. Some notes: – Multiple hashers commented that following the ground impressions from the Blumpkin/Boner Stroller made it much easier to follow trail. There are requests that Blumpkin do this for every trail from now on. – The group hashers at 5:00 took the first “FRB” seriously, clearing an entire cooler of 8-10 beverages…
So THERE WE WERE at the Beer Grotto in Dexter listening to VAgiant explain to No Pussy that No Pussy’s new job is actually a demotion and not a promotion. Asti asked me if I was nervous to co-hare with Norman Cockwell, which I thought was a strange question until we actually started the hash and I realized that Cockwell had not told me diddly about trail route and I had no idea where I was going 95% of the…
So there I was…… sitting in the pavilion waiting for my cohares. Most of the trail planning was done but there may have been a little scouting and prelaying to do before the pack shows up. The heat of the day was definitely going to kick our asses. Free Cunt and Scottish Fingercuffs show up and we go on our happy way exploring the aspects of trail. While out and about Slurpee pops out of the woods from doing a…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the Evil Dead Hash. Things started well with some sweet hash swag but the situation quickly declined when The pack missed an entire half of trail, finding the second beer near first. Yay beer ! There was an impromptu snowball fight. One in which your humble narrator was viciously assaulted in the left testicle. 😢. There was a new favorite hash song discovered, SHAME ! There…