Just when it seemed like the rain would never stop, the sunny Saturday dawned and Hashers woke up to the promise of a day out-of-doors. The meteorological shock was too much for Kate, who then locked herself out of her car, leaving an under-fleshed Testicular out in the cold. There was some talk of sitting in the Hare's car, but prudent feminine common sense prevailed.
The Circle, held in a quiet, workaday part of Beacon Hill Park but close to the Children's' Playground, produced a quartet of virgins; three Esquimalt types and a lady friend of Grog's. After being instructed by the Hare, Jack Off, delicately using an implement to draw the Hash signs, an extremely well-seasoned Hasher later went on to lose his way, and that of two hyper-athletic Virgins (one of them a navigation officer- obviously out of his element). Eventually they caught up with the Pack, who had realised that they wouldn't be walking on seawater but must be following a well-travelled path around and about the Hill.
Continuing with his slowly measured run-recovery programme, Cinderella just knew that the Beer Check must be on the local high point, and so avoided the tedious and unnecessary run through the James Bay street system.
The trail, which had been so carefully laid in the forenoon, somehow disappeared, leaving Digger and Little Blow Peep quite flummoxed. Their long journey through the Park had been scotched by the omnivorous appetite of the ducks, who apparently liked enriched flour more than the Hare had counted on.
The Runners made it to the Beer Check ahead of the Walkers (is this a new development?) and the Hash reconciled with the local out-dated by-laws by imbibing quietly under the trees.
At the down-downs the Virgins performed well: their jokes were both witty and sexually instructive. The hash choruses were enjoyed by the nearby children - although some of the parents had surprised and puzzled facial expressions, not quite believing their ears.
The down-downs charged the delinquents with offences unseen by the Hare, and the Hash took off for the James Bay Inn for Afters. It's not known how many were disappointed by the poor turnout of visibly gay persons in the Bar, although ****** and ***** did visit the toilets to see if that might flush out some game.
The beer was very good-and certainly it had to be, because of the long, long wait for food. The logistic hesitancy was blamed on the Hare, on the grounds that he had mislead........etc. etc.
.The Esquimalt virgins continued to display their fighting spirit, consuming, and encouraging others, to drink far too much beer. A promising group, without a doubt.
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