Fri, 02 Jun 2006
We ran with the Slow Lazy Urban Thursday hash last night.
Or the SLUT hash for short. The start was in Decatur, not too far from our
old house on Fantasy Lane. The hare was Mr. Mom, and I didn't get his co-hare's
name. You can see him explaining the trail here, and the second photo is him
with his co-hare. I didn't get a picture of Creepy Weird Dude (not his real
hash name) who was hanging around, breathing through his mouth and generally
weirding me out.
I also remebered this woman from the Wheelhopper hash on Sunday, but of
course I didn't remember her name. But I do remember Humpty Dumpty, who has
just moved down from the Chicago hash. We talked about all of the Chicago
hashers I haven't seen for a while. And finally the GM, MC Hasher, and her
sidekick Devo. Once nice thing about the SLUT hash is that they have good
beer (and they better, for $7) and they bring it out before the run starts,
which is a concept the other Atlanta hashs would do well to emulate.
We finally got started, and the first leg of the trail turned out to be
really good. Lots of shiggy, thorns, and water crossings. We spent a lot of
time at the beer stop, waiting (and waiting) on the back of the pack, who
had somehow gotten the idea that trail was on North Decatur Rd, and had set
off that way. Eventually they filtered in, some on foot, and some by car.
The second leg of trail was equally good, with possibly even more water
crossings, shiggy, and fireflies. But by the time we got to the second beer
stop it was 9:00 pm, and the pack was beginning to grumble about food and
going to work the next day, and so on. MC Hasher consulted with Mr. Mom via
cell phone(!) and Mr. Mom returned to the beer stop to lay a kinder, gentler,
straighter, more paved trail to the end. Which was good. There was some
excellent chicken, rice, and salad at the end. As well as more beer. The
circle was nice, and low key.
Dr. Doo-doo was there, as was Bruce (or should I say "HIV"). And
Gentrification displayed the singing Billy Bass fish he had found on trail.
The fish sang "Take me to the river, drop me in the water", so someone threw
it in the pool. Then we finally organized a vehicle relay back to the start.
Somehow Creepy Weird Dude was able to get back to the start and to his car
before anyone else. I can't figure out how he did that.
And here's the GPS track from the run. It was only about 3.5 miles, but it
was a good one.
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