Run 1590’s circle was forced to begin with the Swiss Santa dispensing the lost and found from Run 1589 - the Saturday birthday hash hosted by Peeping Tom, George Ringo, and Swiss Roll at Wat Roll’s abode. And a good run 1589 was in spite of the poor marking by the hare, Swiss Roll, but salvaged by including a beer stop at the Ethiopian Restaurant. Judging by the lost and found items alone, a good time was had by some. Highlights included the circle taking place in the swimming pool and a viewing of the film, The God’s Must Be Crazy, in the pool post-circle. Wonderful chop was provided courtesy of the hosts with the culinary expertise of Bad Boy at the grill as well as Busy in Bed and others. Among the lost and found items re-distributed were Viagra’s car keys -although he wouldn’t divulge which of the hash lovelies took him home that evening precluding his need for car keys - and sets of eyeglasses belonging to both Bad Boy and Highland Fling, who must have preferred not to see whatever they were doing to each other by Braille when they lost their glasses together.
Monday’s Run 1590, hared by Chicken Legs and Peeping Tom upstairs at After 1, was scored a 9.1 for its pleasant jaunt through the Labone backstreets. The main event of the circle was celebrating a warrior’s 600th run - Highland Fling – which was commemorated with a lovely pair of miniscule, gray stretch Capri tights which looked to be about the right size for an infant and were emblazoned with her name and the number. Naturally, the warrior was compelled to try on these leggings and enthusiastically “took it off for the boys” – in fact, several times – and was fitted into her new attire with some assistance.
The other highlight of the circle was the bestowing of a hash moniker on Henning. After heated debate, the name “Pork Sausage”, proposed perhaps by Woofter, won out over Dynamite owing to Hening’s Danish heritage.
Finally, the hash*t was conveyed from Swiss Roll to Juicy Mangoes by edict of the Hashatollah in recognition of her nonstop verbal diarrhea throughout the course of the circle.
On-on.
Run No. 1580, 3 October 2011
Hared by Frigid Fly and Fowl Play, the run was scored with 7’s and 8’s by Viagra and Sex Object…which are surprisingly unmerited high scores…. since the hares did NOT PROVIDE ANY #”%! ICE as is required of all hares.
A Canadian virgin – Swiss Roll’s favorite flavor - by the name of Michael was deflowered culminating in his rendition of the moose song although his performance had to be rescued by a newcomer from the Taipei Hash – “Asian Repellant”. She seemed to know the words and gestures, likely because she revealed having the benefit of a previous life as a kindergarten teacher and claims that the etymology of her name has something to do with hot tubs, bikinis, and questionable body art….though there must be other hitherto unspoken impurities yet to reveal themselves at future hashes that caused the Asians to flee precipitously.
The hash also said its farewell to Sir Clugs who is going to the UK for a while hopefully to return to Ghana soon to again revile the AH3 accordingly with more Hash lore and law and other sordid war stories.
Finally, the Ayatollah officially ascended to the role of AH3 R.A. and indoctrinated his followers in the new regime for down-down technology consisting of a PVC brace applied to the elbow, thus testing the perpetrator’s long range hand-eye coordination and simultaneously proving their guilt or innocence as well as cooling them off with a refreshing beverage shower in all likelihood as demo’ed marginally successfully by Wat Role and Power Frog and unsuccessfully by Josh. (Memo to self: no one probably wants to try that with coca cola or other soft drinks... Ick!)
Fortunately, after all that it being chop night, Heaven’s Gate catered a typically wonderful repast enjoyed by all.
Next Monday all are called to meet again at Chambers in Osu to be hared by Power Frog and Don’t Waste My Time.
On On
Run #1570Take a Chance Run22 August 2011
Hares Leprechaun and Adam’s Tart succeeded in setting one of the longest runs in recent memory – by the RA’s ruptured hamstring count, 8 kms.Someone needs to remind these Hares that an entire hour of movement is not advisable for a drinking club with a running problem.
The 50-50 Spot lies off the beaten path in the shadow of the unfinished Parliamentarians’ Office Building.It is said that the pyramids were completed faster than that edifice.The course included a glimpse of the Accra Lawn Tennis Club (where there are no lawns, but according to Frigid Fly beers cost only 1 cedi so who cares), and a tour around the perimeter of Black Stars Stadium.We also passed a boutique where the faces of two foxes painted on a shop front window scared the be-jesus out of the Hares.They netted scores of 8.5, 9.0 and 9.5.
The eternal goodbye to Leaver, Wet Martini, continued.She punctuated her last hurrah with a complementary bottle of Martini.Romeo Mike, standing in for the GM (who was cavorting in maize fields in the DRC- the Dirty Republic of the Congo, promptly opened the bottle and passed it around the circle.It was warm, but being full of alcohol it was drained before making it around the circle.
Wet Martini played her last card, and requested that we name Veronica.Veronica works at the Czech Embassy.The folklore goes as follows:one day early after her arrival in Accra she requested a taxi bring her to the Czech Embassy.To make herself understood, she explained that she wanted to go to the Embassy of the Czech Republic.The destination was now obvious to the driver and he dropped her at the Chicken Republic on Oxford Street.Her colleagues have suffered similar fates.So we welcomed Ms. Chicken Republic to AH3.
If saying goodbye is such sweet sorrow, then saying hello is bitterest joy.Woofter introduced us to his visiting spouse, Banger, who though (probably) not a virgin, was new to AH3.Inspired, Woofter performed a rousing version of S
