Wed, 07 Jun 2006
I figured the Tuesday night 666 hash was a good place to be if the Rapture came last night.
The Rapture didn't come, but we still had fun. The hash met south of Little
Five Points, in front of the Kroger. In keeping with my time in Atlanta, I
have forgotten the hares' names. [Update: I looked on the website, and it
was I Da Ho, and Portugese Water Dog]. I Da Ho was looking fine
in her devil-may-care outfit, complete with red wig, horns, and
come-play-with-me boots. There was quite a turnout of hashers; even EM and
Head Nurse showed up.
The chalk talk was nice, and included references to Sinful Vistas, Sin Near
marks, YBFs (You've Been Fried in Hell), but the best mark was the special
check mark for the evening: the pentacle. Plus the hares had tattoos on offer.
I got a nice flame on the back of my hand, but I was really disappointed
later when I found out it was only temporary.
I do remember one name from the evening, when I met Pornocopia, who was
missing a sock. I donated her a pair of slightly used Doggie Style socks.
It took her about ten minutes to get dog poo on them once the run started.
Once the run started we quickly hit the first Sin Stop. Actually it was a
Hot Damn stop, as the hares were passing out shots of Hot Damn, which tastes
like they poured grain alcohol into a jar full of Atomic Fireballs, and then
poured it back out again. Mmm good.
From there the trail wound around and through LIttle Five, before ending
near an under-construction house. We had to wail a while for all the hounds
to get in, but eventually Humpty Dumpty and the rest of them made it.
There was a little confusion on the way to the third beer check, but we got
there okay. Even HIV made it. We sat on a low wall, eating the chips meant
for the circle, and drinking the circle beer. We were interrupted once by
a woman who claimed she had her boyfriend's head in her purse, but she moved
on. We left before she came back.
Then it was on to the end. It wasn't far, and it ended in a vacant lot next
to an apartment building (foreshadowing). I forget who ran the circle, but it
went well. He did it backwards because of 666, so we began with rule 6
violations, and proceded backwards to the hare. As we were finishing up, two
cars of Atlanta's finest rolled up. They were in a good mood, so it worked
out that we just had to pack up and go. They did stick around to make sure
The hare was waxing rhapsodic about the blood wrestling at a nearby bar, but
when we got there we found that it had a $10 cover charge. So we went to the
basement of the Claremont instead. In all the time that I've spent in
Atlanta I never knew that the Claremont had an exotic dancing club in the
basement. I learned something at the hash. They had a nice chunky goth girl
painted up in blue colors dancing there. I took a few photos, but didn't
really want to use the flash, so it's hard to see what they are. I think
the second one is of a Spanish language video poker machine.
When we finally left, we had a long walk ahead of us. High Balls (he's the
smart one) finally hailed a cab for us. Good idea. We arrived back at the
parking lot to find that yr fthfl scribe had somehow lost the car key. Oh.
So, after a call to HIV's life partner we sat around in the parking lot with
Humpty Dumpty and that guy whose hash name I forget, eating spicy peanuts
and swapping insults about who could be dumb enough to lose the car key.
Then Julie showed up with the replacement, and all was well.
posted at: 20:19 | permalink |