Vulcan H3 #151 — February 17, 2009

The PG-13 telling of the 151st running of the Vulcan Hash House Harriers. If you want to read the full telling click HERE (if the link does not work, the cognitive recognition software has determined that while you may be over 18 physically, mentally you are about 4. It knows this because you are on a hash site. Don't blame me, I didn't write the software.) Anyway, on with the telling:

Boop Job was the hare, which of course meant that we had the joy of running in the rain, yay us! So we gathered in the cold, wet rain at the fountain in 5 points. Quickly we realized that we could see the fountain, and stay a bit drier by waiting in the covered area outside of Cosmos Pizza. See not all hashers are stupid. Boop Job informed us this would be a picture hash, which was met with mild excitement. To be fair, I think any hash would have met with mild excitement in these conditions; you could have run the naked playmate hash and even the guys would have whined that it was cold and wet out.

Boop Job hands out the first picture and off the pack goes to the post office. We search the post office parking lot, inside the post office, and the streets around the post office starting to attract the attention of the officers stationed at this Federal Facility. Finally we decide to call in a lifeline and ask where the damn 2nd clue is before we all get arrested. However, luck intervenes, the next clue is found before the phone is answered, and off the pack charges to Marty's. A note to the hare's at this point: when running a picture hash in the rain, maybe a 10 cent investment in zip lock bags would be a good choice.

From Marty's to the UAB Baseball field, a destination that was met with much grumbling and gnashing of teeth, but off the pack set. After a longish search, and again just as a lifeline was being considered, the next clue was found. Wishful thinking made the picture to be that of J. Clyde's, the known ending point. But closer examination showed it to be 5 points grill, ah the horror. From 5 Points Grill the trail ventured to the sketchy park just outside of 5 points. Luckily for the pack, the homeless guy sheltering there was more than willing to aid in the search for the clue, which was soon found. Finally on to J. Clyde and the close of a wet, cold trail.

Down-Downs

I didn't decide till I was on my way home that I was tired of not having hash trash, and so would post them myself. As a result of the late decision to write this telling of the night, I can't really remember many of the down-downs. I commit to keeping up with this task, as long as y'all don't get sick of me, and will be sure to note these in the future. In short, everyone drank some, and some drank much.

- Hold the Mayo