Vulcan H3 #153 — March 2, 2009

Hare: McBeaver

Start was the tennis courts of McBeaver's apartment complex. I arrived late (again) and missed the hare taking off, so not sure if there were any instructions given, but I think we all are pretty aware of the general idea at this point. Shortly after I got there, we summoned Sleazy Rider from her warm car so we could start. Off we went pretty much straight to a entertainingly dangerous road complete with very little shoulder, no lights, and lots of oncoming headlights attached to large automobiles. Then turn onto some mild shiggy, which with little light is lots of fun, especially when the hare decides to do his best imitation of an actual hare, and leave tiny rabbit sized droppings of flour for the hash marks. Back to the complex, down a hill, waving at the nice people running on treadmills in the fitness center, and done. A nice, shortish trail for a cold night.

Circle was brief, and I need to start taking notes so I can remember who did what. Here is the best of what I recall.

Down-Downs

FRB
Hold the Mayo

FBI
Sleazy Rider

DFL
Boopjob and Missionary Impossible?

Backslider
McBeaver

Safety 3rds
Social

Auto-hashing
Steamy "I'm too sick to run, but not to stand around in freezing weather and drink beer" Carrot and Banana Grabber. They may not have been called out in the circle, but who lets a silly thing like the truth get in the way.

Hash-It
Me for knowing that a glove without individual fingers is called a mitten.

On-After's moved to Iron Horse Café, where, as usual the conversation took several turns for the bizarre and disgusting, but you'll have to join us to find out those details.

Announcements: Well McBeaver is off to Vegas in two weeks to get married. Apparently the Elvis wedding was ruled out, much to everyone's disappointment. Best of luck to the couple, and be sure to join us next week as we celebrate the upcoming drunken debauchery in Vegas, err, wedding ceremony.

That's it for this week, I am sure there is more, but I waited too long to type this up, so can't remember much.

- Hold the Mayo