Here are the photos
About twenty Hashers assembled at Virgin Bride and Tinky Winky's for the annual
New
Year's
Day Hash. Whoremoan, Stuffer and hashling Conner showed up this year. Also in
attendance were Boomerang and VH3 virgin "Keener" Kate, who had also done the
Dark Side Hash the night before. Even VPL put in an appearance. Neighbour Bob
came again this year. He had to come all the way across the street to get to
the Hash and arrived late. He was trying to stuff his feet in his shoes and
discovered that he had two right feet. He had to run back home, one shoe off,
one shoe on, "deedle deedle dumpling, my son John".
We managed to leave by 2:30, and the runners vanished into the dusk. The walkers, led by Virgin Bride's sister Bonnie, made their way leisurely along the trail and through the woods to the lake. Slow Cooker had brought along a flask of courage to mentally prepare for the swim. All but Bonnie shared in the life-giving warmth of the elixir. Bonnie declined to partake as she was flying the next day. Slow Cooker was already flying by the time we reached the lake.
The rest of the Hash came thundering around the edge of the lake just as we arrived, so the timing was perfect. First in was Whoremoan, followed by Deep Shit. Floppy, Highbeams, Virgin Bride, Slow Cooker and Grasshopper joined hands and ran in together. The water was bracing, but fortunately there was no ice on it this year. In honour of Bushsquatter we ran in three times. Horn Dog did the whole run and ran into the lake as well.
The celebratory Scotch was passed around and we drank it straight, the only rocks being in our heads for staying in so long. Dolly Boy surprised us by showing up for the spectacle. Major Kudos to Tinky Winky, who, suffering and in pain, nevertheless drove the van to the lake, passed out towels etc. and then drove a wholly illegal number of soaked and soused Hashers back to the hot tub.
Ahhhh!! The Hot Tub. We displaced about half the water in the tub in the first few moments. Again, Tinky selflessly handed out beers to the tubbed Hashers, while being unable to enjoy the tub himself. Our hashlings Horn Dog, Grasshopper, Conner and Mandy managed not to get crushed by the rest of the Hash in the hot tub.
Neighbor Bob distinguished himself again by showing up in a positively regal robe, slippers and jammies. We had a splendid repast. Virgin Bride had made a huge seafood soup, and there were many other great dishes. Deep Shit's and Highbeams' chilis, Stoolie's famous chicken ... no-one was hungry. A good time was had by all. Many thanks to our hosts.
P.S.They have a pile of abandoned clothing which needs to be claimed.
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Slow Cooker