6th
Annual Red Dress Run
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The Montreal Hash House Harriers' 6th Annual Red Dress Charity Run was be held on Saturday, August 17th, 2002 from Hurley's Irish Pub in downtown Montreal. 78 runners participated and over $5000 was raised for the Cedars Cancer Institute of the Royal Victoria Hospital.
Hares: Dr. Krystal Tits, Dr. Boner, Mustapha Kunt (who requires no honorific)
Hashers: Cod the animal, Just Carole, Little Bear, Mud Muffin, Wintoes, Lips N Assholes, 3D, Cotton Panel, Doofus White Boy, Grab-bag, Abbot, Blow Job, Boner, Brillo, Bush Pig, Danger Girl, Dead Animal, Double Fisted, Eager Beaver, Easy Rider, Eat Me, Fig Leaf, Flipper, Foxy Lady, Fukloric, Going Down, Homo Erection, Just Christine, Just Dawn, Just Dorcas, Just Fernando, Just Johnny, Just Linda, Just Manon, Just Mark, Just Nathalie ,Just Serge, Keeps Cumming, Kristal Tits, LOB, Mr Perfect, Muddy Nipples, Mustapha Kunt, Nefertits, OAP, Old Cheddar, Penguin, Popaweenie, PVC, Six-of-Nine, Skinflint, Snowbored, Snowfrog, Speedy, Total F**kUp, Turkish Delight, Witchy, Yogi, B-Cupper, Captain Hook, Chip'n'Tail, Delhi-Belly, Fat Ass, Finger Lickin' Good, Flounder, Great Sphincter, Just Yuri, Peniscillin, Plastic Jesus, Sticky Fingers, Stinky Puss, Just Kevin, Beth does Dallas, Muther Cummer, Just Ande, Just Per, Giggles, Mrs Robinson, New Shoez, Rub - A - Dub, Poptop, Muffalotta
The Anticipation
Weeks of anticipation and directions stated most unequivocally should have
left no doubt in anyone's mind that on the afternoon of Saturday, August 17,
2002, indeed "dozens" of red-dressed hashers were to descend upon
Hurley's Irish Pub on the notorious Crescent street in downtown Montreal (just
look for the big buildings). Yet at the first glance of grown men in red dresses
loitering in a place as remote from suburbia as the twin towers were from
certain caves in Afghanistan, on any day excepting Gay Pride, one ejaculates,
"absurd! This is madness!" But absurd, as Albert Camus once reportedly
exclaimed, is good. In our case, it was better than good: It was, let us have it
once more, the sixth annual Red Dress Charity Run of the Montreal 3H!!! (And the
first one held in Montreal proper!)
Doofus White Boy, Wintoes,Muffalotta, Lips N
Assholes,
Cotton Panel and 3D just after successfully crossing the
Vermont border.
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"We're almost there !" |
The Pre-Run
Somebody must have been thinking. No doubt in the interests of good order and
good economics, hashers were secluded early on and, in segregation from the
general bar-going populace, were allotted the top floor of Hurley's. On that
floor, exclusively reserved for hash business of registration and such,
hash-schmoozing was in session. Many a good hasher, his head light with
early-afternoon beer, lost a magnificent opportunity given but once a year to
carry on obnoxiously on the streets of Montreal in a red dress. Not so for a few
wise men. Our GM emeritus, Dead Animal, accosted first innocent couples on the
patio, shoving his inflated balloon titties in their faces. D.A. then proceeded
to harass the passer by, urging them to don one on. "Where's your red
dress?" he demanded, "Come on, put one on: show that you're a
man!" Not to be outdone, Captain Hook was also spotted running up and down
Crescent engaging in all sorts of mischief with Plastic Jesus giggling not far
behind.
Harassing the neighbors outside Hurley's waiting for the fun to start. | |
A group picture on the stairs of Hurley's |
At last the socializing was broken up and hashers were persuaded to form a
pre-run circle in the adjacent parking lot. The lot-keeper looked bemused but
kept his cool while virgins gravitated to the center and Dr. Krystal Tits
prepared to begin one of many attempts to explain the finer points of arrows and
blots. No sooner than Krystal uttered a word did Wintoes 69 of the Boston Hash
shamelessly attack the virgins' upper cheeks with lipstick-laden lips. When she
was finally allowed to resume, under the sun's blazing heat and the watchful
eyes and unrestrainable mouths of more than 70 hashers, Dr. Krystal Tits fared
admirably well, though Dr. Boner had to step in to remind us of check-backs and
hash holds. Presently hashers from a certain very central city in Ontario felt
it necessary to interrupt Boner's erudite remarks with the sorry question of
"how many people should we wait for at the hash holds?" Restraining
himself from replying with an off-the-cuff rhetorical question of the kind that
made him into a local media celebrity, such as, say, "how many Torontonians
does it take ask an intelligent question?", Boner remained in control and,
displaying the mastery of form that made him into the king-of-quips with a local
rag, curtly replied, "however many you want."
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The circle. (Note the surprised Scotsman at right)
View from above (trying to spelling out our em@il address for the aliens) |
The parade
As the virgins, confused as ever, returned to their peripheral spots, a round of
personal introductions commenced, with each hasher volunteering his or her name
and hash of origin. Members of the host hash were delighted to learn that
hashers from all coasts were among us, having been made to come from the distant
beaches of Rhode Island, Vancouver, and Florida (that would be the south coast);
we were equally honoured, and felt somewhat undeserving, to be in the presence
of hashers from the exotic state of New Jersey; and we were happy as ever to
welcome our old friends from Ottawa and Hogtown.
With the formalities firmly behind us, Abbot delivered a touching sermon of
Quebecois and, armed to a man or woman with full-proof protection from
dehydration in the form of a 3-ounce water bottle wisely supplied by our
disorganizers, a colourful array of hashers was led up Crescent by a kilted lad
and his bagpipes. Up Crescent street we went, all the way up to Sherbrooke,
Total F**k Up all the while courageously trying along the way to assuage the
cops and inform the baffled public with his pink paper slips. At Sherbrooke we
parted from bagpipe man and began our quest.
Award winning Pipe Major Jordon Anderson of the Montreal Pipes and
Drums leads the pack up Crescent Street with his unique version of Chariots of Fire. |
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The Trail
No sooner than hitting the trail did hashers have to make a fateful decision
that would affect their sorry shape, windpipes, and beer intake for the rest of
the day, and perhaps even their life-span. Rarely is a trail split so early in
the game, but such was the will of our hares. Our immediate destination,
however, was not an unexpected one--what with Krystal and Boner at the helm,
nothing less than the a conquest of the mountain will do. Through meandering
streets and parks were the runners led towards the fabulous Mont Royal
observatory. Along the way we were treated to a somewhat questionable choice of
informative road marks making us aware of some girl school and of Dingo Dave's
residence: no doubt Krystal Tits indulging in her tour-guide role.
Walkers-and-wimps, incidentally, were made to take the brutal stairs up the
hill.
At the observatory the hares and disorganizers once again displayed their
superior logistical skills and ingenuity. Getting around the prohibition of
alcohol consumption in a public domain, the hares hid the magical substance in
the bodies of large water melons. Hashers were, for the moment, appeased.
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Watermelon laced with rum in front of the Chalet - Mount Royal |
View of the city from atop Mount Royal
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The descent
On we continued towards the Plateau and Mustapha Kunt territory, while the
walkers took their leisurely bloody time to the Peel Pub. After nearly 30
minutes of running, the vultures descended on poor Mustapha who diplomatically
declared somewhere around St. Denis, "Beer is not near, but it is not
far." Not a moment too soon did we arrive at the fabulous Les Foufounes
Electrique, where bottled varieties of the glorious fluid were offered to us
with a smile. It was a shameful moment in hashing history, but it must be
recounted: as we prepared to leave, two full bottles of beer were left standing,
unwanted, unloved, and unclaimed. Shame! Not being able to withstand anymore of
this disrepute myself, I climbed onto an alternate mode of transport to conduct
some urgent business. From shreds of hearsay and conjecture, I am told that
runners made it to the Peel Pub to rejoin their walking mates, where fun times
were had.
Plastic Jesus and Fat Ass Break into a song | |
Just one more for the road - Glass of Beer - Peel Pub style |
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New Shoez prepares a teabag for Going Down's new shoes down-down (using New Shoez' old shiggy shoes). "I am eager for the next gross act I get to do; next time, be ready with a camera please (except if it involves alot of nudity; partial nudity is o.k. though)" |
Climbing the greasy pole
Meanwhile, TFU and I were in last-minute negotiations with the Wanda's gentlemen
club owner look-alike. The man was justifiably confused and disinclined to allow
scores of red-dressed customers to swarm the establishment which was, after all,
not his own; but a burly fellow with a magical smile in a chest-hair-bearing
outfit such as TFU was not to be denied on that afternoon. The look-alike
finally assented; the trail was expertly re-directed towards the gentlemen club
where we were treated to performances from some amazingly flexible ladies. In
between acts, Fat Ass and Delhi Belly stormed the stage and displayed their
awkward selves in various pseudo-acrobatic positions. But it was without a doubt
Plastic Jesus who lorded over the crowd with his signature "slide down the
pole in a vise-like grip of the thighs" move, honed to perfection to
everyone's delight. Eager to have us all move from this place of sin, and
perhaps fearful of the rightful strippers reaction to keen competition, Krystal
Tits re-assumed control of the satisfied audience, and directed us back towards
the pub that Hurley built.
The Post-Run Affair
Back at Hurley's, the beer was somewhat slow in the coming. The food, glorious,
plentiful food, however, was mercifully laid before us. Before long, Abbott
placed himself on the small stage and a half-assed circle formed in front of
him. Due thanks were given to our sponsors and disorganizers. The hare trio of
Dr. Krystal Tits, Dr. Boner, and Mustapha Kunt--who was persuaded to relinquish
his expensive digital equipment only after repeated cajoling from the
crowd--took their rightful place on stage. TFU was given his due. Whispers were
heard among us nominating Krystal Tits to the position of disorganizer-of-the-red-dress-run
in perpetuity. The Hogtown hashers distinguished themselves with loud and
self-congratulatory songs. And Boner concluded the circle with his unique
rendition of "days of the week" thick with theological implications
that did not go over well with the crowd.
The Auction of Silly Things followed. I admit shamefaced that I did not stay
long, as temptation would have been strong and funds short. But I did spend many
fun-filled hours with the red-dress-run fun pack on my return home. The
responsibles must be commended on their creative hash mag. What better activity
to engage in, while passing the long late-afternoon hours in a beer-saturated
state, than locating the number of sleeping LOB's or of squared mini Captain
Canada's on the colourful front page? What better way to occupy a sunken
intelligence than with the unraveling of foul-sounding anagrams? What worthier
objects of contemplation do exist than Dr. Krystal Tits' "getting her to
swallow" article juxtaposed with the condom inserted in each pack? What the
hell do I have to do to get this guy to shut up?!?
All in all, magnificent event, meticulously planned. Untold (or rather,
as-of-yet uncalculated) heaps of money raised for a worthy cause. Till next
year.
ON-ON.
Eager Beaver.
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Walking tour Friday |
"Like mother like sons" | |
Collections for charity |
"You can dress 'em up and take 'em out, but in the end the boys will be boys." |
Red Dress and the Media
Tip of the hat to Q92 and CJAD who gave us a ton of free publicity. Thanks to courrir - Quebec's premiere running site, who helped promote the event and produced a nice write up in their newsletter. Also thank to 'Bugs' at Hour Magazine - although he may have read a bit too much into the red dress theme, we appreciate the gesture!
Quote of the Year: "I look for a dress that I run best
in - it's short, made of spandex,
it's form-fitting and I get lots of compliments on my figure."
Some Feedback
I had a great time
at the RDR Hash !! You guys know how to party !!! Singing by a water
fountain, stopping for down downs, sitting in a nudie bar (with a dress
on)....all memorable moments. I'll be checking the web site for other
events and I hope to meet everyone again. And a big thanks to Stinky Puss
for showing me where to get a red dress. I really wasn't going to do the
RDR (I was supposed to leave on Sat), but after meeting everyone I
couldn't pass it up. And I am glad that I stayed.
Thanks, |
The weekend was fantastic well
organized and well run. Starting Saturday's run with a Piper added a
real touch of class and set the tone for the day ! Seeing Plastic Jesus
and company work the pole at the dance club was hilarious, and a great way
to end the run, truly a great Hash ! Also, the friendliness of all the Montreal Hashers but especially Crystal Tits and her Mom 6of 9 for allowing me (and a few others) to crash in their wonderful downtown pad. Thanks again ! Congratulations Montreal for hosting such a great weekend. On on |
While looking for my van key I
said (to Plastic): "Hey Plastic, these shorts have pretty deep
pockets, nothing should fall out of these", Joyce just came back from
checking her car then said "I found four bucks on your seat." I
thought "doh", Jay thought it was hilarious...
I'm happy to report that my wallet was sitting comfortably in my friends truck in Ottawa, while I was hungry and broke in Montreal. So to rectify the situation from the week before, I tried to go to Chateauguay for Sunday's run but as snafu'd as things are, I was forced into other slightly less desirable activities. Peniscillin |
Trash Credit: Eager Beaver
Photo Credits: The Abbot, Mustapha Kunt, Boner, Just Jennifer and special thanks to 3D and Cotton Panel (Jacksonville HHH)
Red Dress Sponsors, 2002:
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