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Appearing up the muddy hill
to join the circle around a covered maru platform were both
EMs Aston and ShiTonya, GM Plug 'n' Play, Hare Worm,
Capt. Marvel, Ammo, OB1, LeperCon, STBN Kris, BaliHite, Rover
and Guest LCB.
The Hare went out of his
way to point out to the pack the major landmarks of the area
since he doubted the trail markings in flour would survive in spite of
his repeated attempts to set the trail that day in the rain. [LeperCon
elected not to bring his camera out in the rain while Rover
brought his but shot only under the shelter; ergo the few photos in
this Trash.] Since Ammo had forgotten to bring out
the splash pan, we used canned beer for splashing - including when
recognizing last week's Wingee, BaliHite. The Hare
was splashed and then he delighted us all by handing out really great
looking black SHHH run baseball caps. Following that, Worm
wistfully pointed out at the nearest stream that normally serves as a
trail - and the pack was off!
The Trail
As often is the case, Ammo took
the lead with Rover, LCB, BaliHite and STBN Kris close
behind. A bit further behind were EM ShiTonya and LeperCon
with a tentative Capt. Marvel bringing up the rear.
(Whereas most of the pack went up the muddy hill into the trees, OB1
and the GM went down the hill into the village to survey a beer
check. Sometime later EM Aston appeared late at the
site.)
To the Pack's surprise, paste dollops
of flour from the last attempt to set the trail survived in many of
the locations - enough so for the runners to find the True Trail and
not so well that the slower hounds could keep up with the rest of the
pack. Slower hounds were, of course, EM ShiTonya in his
red Hash wind/rain breaker and LeperCon holding an umbrella in
one hand and a lit stogie in the other while actually jogging.
About this time the rain lightened somewhat.
The True Trail took us to the top
of a small wooded hill and then hooked right along the
ridgeline. It then plunged down the hill and into a residential
area snaking among the houses and eventually cutting across a main
avenue. From there it was some brief sidewalk work that
made a departure up a hill and on to a dirt-now-muddy road. The
trail then found another wooded hilly area before taking the Pack into
some truck gardens. The True Trail then led out on to the same
main street the Pack had crossed and headed towards where the cars had
turned in to arrive at the run site. Recognizing the rain had
stopped, LeperCon, folded away his umbrella.
Probably at this point the trail
was only half completed but the rain had washed all remnants of flour
from the pavement. Standing at the intersection to the road that
would lead us up the hill to the OnIn, EM ShiTonya proclaimed
the overall situation was a sign from God for us to no longer run but
to head in for beer. Not to question higher authorities on earth
and elsewhere, we agreed to head for the beer.
At the covered site we found EM
Aston and Marvel preparing the spread of sandwich
makings. About then the rain resumed but this time in full
downpour quantities. Our beer checking hounds realizing that the
Pack would likely be OnIn by then made a break for the shelter only to
be drenched more in their short sprint than the Pack who had been out
on trail.
The Circle
The GM called the Circle.
LeperCon distributed the SHHH business cards in
multiples to each Hasher with instructions to give them out to other
assholes who may wish to run with us in the future. The cards
have brief introductions to the SHHH plus contact info to the GM and
LeperCon for those desiring additional info. (Other cards
will be available for further distribution at upcoming runs.)
The GM asked EM Aston
to perform the Hash Benediction which he did in his typical
manner calling upon no allegiance but to ourselves - and the Pope, in
consideration of his original career as a priest. With that the Hare
was called up for Run Comments. Among several
statements were "nice run" and "now I finally
understand the meaning of a 'rain check.'" In keeping that
the run was in close proximity of Buddhist New Year 2547, Worm
gave us a pun about a tofu vendor subsituting returned cash as
"change from within."
About this time we were treated to
a red, white & blue light show courtesy of the town's finest as
the patrol car rolled into sight. Not wishing to get themselves
wet in the downpour, the cops viewed at us and then rolled back down
the hill.
The Hare was asked to name
the asshole preceded all other assholes. He named new Hasher STBN
Kris as the Wingee. The young Hasher then told a joke
in suitably bad taste (literally - something about icing...).
The GM then
worked The Categories. Returning Hasher was EM
Aston in town to renew his visa before heading back to his factory
in China. The EM appropriately was wearing his surgical
mask as SARS had been originally discovered in the same town of his
factory. Newly Paid-Up Hashers were LeperCon who
retold a Japanese joke and Rover who told us about Sandpaper
Sally. Recently Paid-Up Guest was LBC who had made
it out to us a year ago from his base in San Francisco. His
advice for visitors to The City when dropping their billfold on the
sidewalk: kick it to Oakland before picking it up.
By this time the wind
was starting to cool the dampened hounds. Luckily the beer
canned beer had been kept in the car so for once the beer was noticeably
warmer than the weather - and no one complained.
OB1 then sang
a Korean marine ode to a beloved dong-chi ("whore").
Capt. Marvel followed presented some press clippings featuring
the "Power Dic" (originally discovered by Bulldog.)
Marvel also brought news from Mule Thumper in
Saigon who recounted discovering the Tom Jones Syndrome as in
"it's not what is seems to be...."
BaliHite almost
pulled off delivering a great joke in English without reading - except
just before the punch line where he had to pull out his notes.
Still a good joke about a state of the art watch that was one hour
ahead of time.
Worm summed up
the feeling of many: The Hash is Still Here - and General Zinini is
retired and gone. The Hash continues OnOn! He also ended his
reflection with a "[deleted expletive]!"
With that the GM called
upon EM Aston who had no trouble informing us about this time
of evening of where he felt like going - which was Way Down
South! as our Hash Hymn is known to go. From
there the OnOn was the MMT. After the first round of beer we
discovered they had raised the price to W4,000 a draft mug and so the
OnOnOnOn was the 3 Alleys Pub. [Publican Gunter later informed us he
would be happy to routinely reserve a table for 12 in the 3 Alley Pub
patio if we decided to make it as our regular OnOn from May 21.
He also volunteered to personally hand out the SHHH business cards to
those patrons asking for details on the Seoul Hash.]
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