St. Patrick's Day Hash March 17, 2008
Hares: CGC and HJ4H

Well, that was some St Paddy's day hash last night now wasn't it?

I was a little concerned that not posting the starting place --( after all -- our hares last night never look online or call the phone line for the start place, so why should anyone else-- ) would lead to no one really knowing where to show up. But HJ4H really knows the hash. I mean, she's right-- there could only be one place in the entire Richmond to start from, so in a way, she had a point in being a little elusive.

Unfortunately, Cuming Mutha never showed up. WYD said he saw him looking at a map and shaking his head while running down Sloat, erroneously thinking the start was at the Irish Cultural Center. My guess is he probably thought he was going to catch the hares at any minute.

Best dressed were FB with her bodice ripping full length green sequined gown with long slit up the side and Splat, dressed in Gluteus Munchimunch's elf costume. I think he was going for the leprechaun look, and would have pulled it off if only he were shorter. and perhaps cuter. I'm going to have to have words with the hasher who told Oh Shit that all the Irish paint their chests green and take off their shirts in honor of St. Pat. I'm no cultural genius, but I'm pretty sure St. Pat was as unenthusiastic about it as the rest of us.

Not really sure I need to comment on the trail. The hares kind of just disappeared and we didn't really think about starting until well past 7. By then, the keg had been tapped and everyone was primed for what can only be described as the biggest cluster f*ck of a trail in SF Hash history. I mean, what were the hares thinking? Green flour was a nice touch, and making up new trail marks was also a brave modification -- problem was they forgot to let us know what they meant. I'm still confused about it all but cant be too bothered to care because green beer gives me a huge headache, which I have right now. I was told by reliable sources that the trail eventually led no where mainly because the hares were setting trail past an Irish bar and went in for a quickie and never came out.

Luckily, a bunch of us had come prepared with a backup check planned. Banana and Princess Slut had arrived early and dropped off a few bottles of Irish Whiskey in Sweeney Park and there we were until it was time to meet everyone back at the start. I think the local riffraff are going to name a few park benches after us, but I was sworn to secrecy about all events that went down there. Back at religion, I do not think we were missed.

So, did anyone else notice that Little Douche Poop (formerly Just Chris) was without Hotlips? Evidently she will have to spend the next few Monday nights at traffic school. She was pulled over in Oakland for driving like a New Yorker. "What a douche," says the Poop.

The down downs are something I usually don't comment much on, because they are usually pretty boring. I will make an exception this week because of the intense pressure the RA's are putting on me to try to change their image-- EMP gave me a long list of illegible notes again. : ) I was able to decipher the following names (you'll have to make up the crimes yourself): Boob-B-Cue, Orangapoontang, Gay Little Wizard, and Ruck Futgers; F*ck Buddy, Slug, Ultra and Hard & Lengthy (wonder what that was about); Good Tongue Action and StillJust Meg; etc. etc. Though I wasnt at religion, I can be fairly sure that their crimes was mumbled before all by a very drunk and belligerent EMP.

If you weren't at this hash, then I feel truly sorry for you. It was something to be forgotten and remembered.