Hash Trash - Run #288

Sunday, April 27th 2002 @ 1 PM 
Hares:  Boner, Krystal Kits,

Wankers present: Boner, Krystal Kits, Dead Animal, Foxy Lady, Muddy Nipples and boyfriend, Speed Hump, Turkish Delight, Mustapha Kunt, Total F**kup, Eat Me, Flipper, Witchy, Penguin, Bush Pig, Abbott, Skinflint, PVC, Lick-My-Lizard, Just Kevin.

 Weather: Bloody cold for April 27^th. Although good for storing beer outside (beer check) as we will see later.

 Pre-run: As we congregated in the parking lot of the Brasserie “something or other” in Waste Island, more and more of the locals, slowly circling around in their cars, were giving us the evil eye. What the hell are those lunatics doing in those crazy hats?? Yes, that’s right folks, it was our FIRST ANNUAL SPRING BONNET RUN. And contrary to popular belief, there was not a single bonnet in sight. Instead we got beanie properller thingies, camembert cheese creations, Habs towels and Flip Her extravaganzas.

 A couple of members (ahem) were late, on account of their going to see our first “hash baby”. Apparently, the proud Captain Canada was making his darling baby girl do push ups. Someone suggested HE might do with a few as well!

 Run: The trail was long and good. It had a good variety of road and off-trail. We all especially enjoyed the pink and blue chalk. Very baby-friendly. No, really, it was quite good. No complaints. The only exception to all this “love-in fest” was the devious, evil shenanigans of the Flipperina; just read the writing on the TREES…

 Now, I don’t know about anybody else, but I was completely lost during practically the whole run. Mid-way through the run I mentioned to Witchy that I thought her house was “that way” and how it was strange we hadn’t had a beer stop. She nodded absentmindedly. Ten minutes later we were at her place putting back a cold one. It just goes to show you; put a downtowner in suburbia and they will immediately be lost. Halleluiah.

 Circle: Offenses were few and far between as our beer money was limited. Hash Cash  was notably absent so Foxy Lady filled in.  In the end it turned out that our time was limited as well. We had this “fucking prick” waiter who was determined to stop our circle and have us order in a timely manner. Not only that but we all had to be sitting at table like good boys and girls. God forbid the kitchen should have to close 10 minutes late. No matter, we had KAREOKE! The resident karaoke guy, from Joliette no less, was very encouraging. Plastic Jesus especially stood out. There was talk of Barry White songs but alas, it was not to be.

 Circle offenses include the hares for various silliness, not the least among them “chariots in sight of a check”.  Muddy Nipples and beau got one for “swapping hats”  (eww) and were made to do a back-to-back. Double Fisted and Plastic Jesus were latecomers. Of course Double Fisted’s roommate might disagree with that. Returnees included Speed Hump, Eat Me and Bush Pig.

 The plastic plants and large windows were a great setting for our Spring Party. Many were caught dancing away their worries and “entertaining” the troups with “special” renditions of our favourite eighties songs, among others. Incredibly, Like a Virgin was not sung. And, no, Devo’s Whip It  was not available.

 All in all a thouroughly enjoyable evening.

 On on

 Krystal Tits and Boner