What: Pirate Hash
Who: Peeping Tom Pussy, Udder Whore
Where: The Sail Loft
Pack:
I actually wrote down who came!\
[This is what is in my phone, so most of these are
short-hand…and…it looks like I spelled some names wrong, but I am going to keep
the original spellings for comedic effect]
Douche, Bum Fucking Vag, Guy From Spain, Clit Notes, Famine,
Too much hard, Black cok, Coonass, Butts, Krusty, CPA, Bouys, Bbag, Blond Guy,
Sex tff, Just m, Nhph, white flash, blubber, pat my fly, cep, Postnasslal hizzuh,
spank me, just mo, jack, goat, sugar, 2nd, jello, jolly, mud slut,
blow bot, air force girl…and that’s where my list stopped.
There were others, and a few virgins. This is why taking
attendance on a broken iphone isn’t always the best idea.
Circle:
Was located half-way between bar car and the bar, however
bag car was located half-way between the bar and the 2nd beer check,
but we’ll get back to that. Krusty asked us to introduce ourselves, where we
are from, and what a pirate sounds like when they cum, which elicited some
interesting responses, the ones I remember are “shiver me timbers” “swamp me
blanks” and something about hopping around on one leg and leaving in the
morning. Spunk is a quiet pirate. The marks were going to be “P” not arrows
because trail was going to overlap with last week, and the pirate hares thought
that a.) they would lay marks and b.) that the hares last week laid enough
marks that we might get confused.
That’s confusing. Let’s get onto trail.
Trail Boarding party:
Starting from circle we ran back to the start where the
first check was. There was a true trail pointing around the wharf, which I
foolishly ignored and ran straight, eventually finding a random mark pointing
towards the Long Wharf Marriot. Jack and I ran through the Marriot and found a
“Seal/Duck” (Eagle/Turkey) split. I took the Seal/Eagle and ran around the
aquarium and saw neither seals nor marks. Apparently I ran right past a shot
check, and came back out and run up and down the green way for a while. I ran
into Jolly and White Flash, also lost, then lost them and ran into Phanual
Hall. I was running around yelling “RU?” when some muggles pointed and said
“Um, they are over there” pointing me back to Christopher Columbus park. I
found the BC as the hares were leaving. Two weeks in a row! From now on, no one
let me zen!
BC #1:
Unfortunately, I can’t report on the beer check, since I
wasn’t there. I will however, take the time to compliment the hares on an
amazing first leg; now that I know what it was, it was assume. I probably would
have had a great time if I, you know, followed marks.
Trail Before the mast:
However, I’m an idiot and I zenned off again from the BC
towards the Garden, and eventually found Blubber running out a false near the entrance
to the Callahan tunnel. I paralleled him for a block, then briefly found back
at a check in the north end and took off down a two and out with 5 inch.
Following my hasher sense, I ran up the biggest hill I could find, but there
was neither pack, beer, nor hares at the top. Looking down the otherside of the
hill, I saw CEP at a check running towards the Hot Mess/Slip and slide BC, and
I followed him, and actually got to the BC on time!
BC #2:
At the BC I learned that I was actually 0 for 2 on shot
checks, which would explain why everyone was so much more drunk than I
was. What happened…nothing of note; beer
was had when it arrived, and we stood around drinking for a long time. With our
beers pretty much empty, we looked around and saw the hares still there, they
were chased off and we waited a bit before chasing them. As we were about to
leave, they came running back! We all then had a second beer (there was plenty)
and eventually they left again, though they had picked up Goat as a
super-secret co-hare. Again we tried to leave, but were told to wait.
Trail Plunder:
Trail went over the Charlestown bridge and no body zenned to
the dog park, instead we ran in a nice loop around Bunker hill before going to
said dog park. There were jokes and a check back on trail. Other than that, it
was unremarkable. Best marked section of trail, though, perhaps due to the
secret co-hare?
ONIN:
I’m just going to start with this; average beers consumed by
pack as this point was 2 or 3, plus 2 shot checks. What do you except happened?
We formed a vague circle-like object around the beer and the RAs and the hares
were called in. Bloody was also called in because he’s still paying off his
debt from last week’s trail. We informed them that they should have used more
flour or chalk, and they sang to us about their time on the high seas upon the
good ship Venus. Circle was very quickly
devolving, and we called in epic backsliders – White Flash – who hadn’t hashed
with Boston since “98 or 99.” Anyone who ever hashed with White Flash was
called in, Pat and Dribbles, and anyone who was old enough to have hashed,
Bouys and Spank Me, were also called in. Where oh where were they for the last
decade? Next came the virgins. One, a male, was wearing a red shirt. No one
could hear him, so he took his shirt off. We still couldn’t hear him, but at
least he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The other virgin, a wyld stallion, did not
take off her shirt, but would watch porn with her parents. We dosed them in
beer, and they are now justs. The red-shirt virgin wasn’t the only one disrobing,
as Blubber and Krusty were now down to their skivvies, or, in Krusty’s case, neon-orange-tighties. Brunch Hard.
GTFO. Next, in a break of tradition, but an admission that the RAs could no
longer control themselves, or the circle, announcements were called, and I
might list them later. CPA and Butts had an announcement: SHOTS FIRED!!! And a
mass of lightly-clothed hashers tackled and threw themselves on Krusty. Some
thought that it was standard secret service procedure to dry hump the person
you are protecting, but mostly beer and dust flew everywhere. Since Krusty’s
undergarments were covered in beer and dust, he removed them. After that we got
onto accusations; anyone who missed the shot checks drank, anyone flying
internationally in the next month drank, former GMs drank, bald guys drank, I’m
just making shit up now, but everyone else drank too. CPA and Butler stripped,
yelled “UGH” and disappeared, so everyone started sheepishly undressing,
because that’s normal. They returned a
few minutes later, but we decided that we should probably eat some food before
we got arrested, and Disco provided us with more pizza than God. We ate, drank,
almost ran out of beer, then eventually UGHed. This hash trash ends with the
beginning of the UGH because while I will gleefully recount UGHs in the
backwoods of Vermont, around expensive ski-condos or girl scout camps in
Albany, I do have some respect for “the law” and feel as though a recounting of
such an event might be a tad over the line. Not that all of circle wasn’t
beyond the pale, but, whatever, I’m hung over and rambling.
On – beer and rum are better together – On
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Announcements:
Boston AGM – October 11th, probably the Bell In
Hand, dress up as your favourite SNL character.
October 25th: Boston Moon AGM, Masquerade Ball
November 8th – Space Unicorn H3 presents The
Moons of Saturn Hash, rego now!
http://bostonhash.com/space_unicorn
http://bostonhash.com/space_unicorn
Some other time in Novemeber: Saddie Hawkins
December 12-14: Antibuffet
Some other time in December: Taco trust me?
Sometime in the winter: Moon away
April 18th: Marathon Main Event!
Sometime in May: NURD
Sometime in July: Invihash
Sometime in August: GAP
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