Montreal Hash Trash - Run
#393
At: St Sauveur Village
Date: Valentine’s Day + 1
Hares: TFU, Deep Bush
Temperature: Bloody cold
Weather: Sunny, be-ootiful!!
Attendees: Abbot, Fukloric, Mustapha Kunt, Pop-a-Weenie, SLOC, Skinflint, Sinnerbad and Turkish Delight, with Hares TFU and Deep Bush.
Write-up by Abbot
We few, we happy few, we band of
brothers*;
For he today that freezes his tush with me
Shall be my brother*; be he ne'er so vile**,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen* in Montreal now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods* cheap whiles any speaks
That ran with us upon Saint Valentine's Day.
Ten brave souls showed up for this remarkably well-set run in downtown St Sauveur.
The temperature was only –16 Celsius. It was a clear, sunny day, with little wind.
Most of us looked a bit tired from all the carousing (etc……..) of Valentine’s Day.
We saw much red, but the “wear something skimpy” was not revealed until the on-on.
Of course, we knew there were hashers on their death bed (like Flipper), otherwise
engaged (KT+ ), and engaged in ridiculous over – exertion in Loppets and suchlike
(Lemon Entry, Launch Pad, and so on), but it was the bastards that were still in
bed screwing that raised all the heartfelt condemnation. Whoops…….. I got a down –
down for confusing Valentine’s Day with sex and not just LOVE. Of course, folks,
it wuz just Platonic. THAT’s why I was tired.
Fears of wading through 6-foot snowdrifts were well stoked by TFU,
who also attempted to outdo his Rabbie Burns Day invisible markings
stunt on the first part of the trail. This was a feint towards the
woods. However, the red dye rapidly began to show through as we
toured the remarkably attractive environs of St Sauveur des Monts North.
We warmed up rapidly in the bright sunshine. SLOC and Mustapha dutifully
did the whole trail, not missing a checkback. Within a little under an
hour we were following the now-blue markings back to the Pauline Vanier
centre. Pop-a Weenie, looking smug and warm in his red flannel body
suit underwear (with the back-flap-for-a-crap attachment) said it was
time for the beer, so we rapidly relocated to the Chateau Lac Millette
up the hill, country estate of our hostess Lady Deep Bush.
Here we ran into Just Kassandra from Trinidad who had some new
excuse for missing the run – has this lady actually done a run
yet? However, she redeemed herself by displaying sexy red
underwear – definitely a counterpoint to Pop-a-Weenies flannel
body suite – and was permanently named “Sinnerbad”. Marlise
did the GM stuff and SLOC the RA. Due mostly to our winter
exertions, there were a lot of welcome backs. The circle
was in the impressive downstairs area of the DB mansion,
in front of a crackling log fire – and YES! - there was even
a bearskin rug (eyed appreciatively by Fukloric). Lots of warm
tushes that day. We’re going to have to stay on the good side of
Deep Bush & Consort – the other side of the basement had a full-sized
elegant St James Club pool table!