Hash Words for Jan 1

Posted by Plunger : Wednesday, Jan 02, 2019
The Vancouver Hash House Harriers
Run Number 1684, or something like it...
New Year's Day - 1st January, 2019, hared by M'Alice.

Our seasoned hare, who is thinking of turning professional, turned in a bravo performance, simply without doubt the best run of the year. Dangler, dressed all in black with hoody, dark glasses and a machine gun tucked under his coat - no wait, I think he was just happy to see us, Sheep Shagger, Nemo, Missing Link, Canadian Club, Sex with the Beast, and P2 circled the park looking for the hare. Suddenly, like a rabbit drawn from a tall hat he was amongst us with tales of woe and calumny. Yes, it is true, he has cancelled all his credit cards and now walks the street penniless with only a head of curly hair (yes, really), a hundred beers and a handful of Nemo's Brie to sustain him. This sudden and unexpected turn of events came about about 500M from the end of the run when M'Alice reached into his pocket for the comforting touch of a bulging wallet, only to find a handful of nuts. "Buggeration", he said, "I must have dropped it." So, back around the trail he went, twice, but no wallet to be found. Then, with fear gnawing hungrily at his entrails he returned to the sanctuary of his castle and began calling banks and such like cancelling this and terminating that... then, a funny thing happened. "Wait," he said to himself, "maybe I should check the jacket I wore last night...", and lo, the greatest, bestest gift he could have possibly imagined for the New Year was in his hands. But, alas, it was too late, cards cancelled, DDs deaded, bridges burned, etc, etc, you get the message.

Shagger forgot to bring any money, M'Alice forgot to bring water or soft drinks. Still, we who are unworthy will undoubtedly face similar trials of our own.

The trail ran West to The footbridge over TC1 to Rupert Pitch & Putt, South by the Sikh Temple, through the co-op housing to Rupert Station and then East along the bike trail to Gilmore, a dog leg onto Still Creek Road and back onto the bike trail. At this point the trail made a discrete turn to the North across the railroad to the beer check; which Shagger and Dangler by dint of a daring shortcut attended. The balance of the hounds confounded by the discretion met back at the start cheered by a gift of potato chips from Dangler ("I don't do carbs") to M'Alice ("I don't do carbs"), and Brie and biscuits from Nemo and Missing Link - thank heavens for Christmas leftovers! Shagger left to continue an assault on a pail of spaghetti, Dangler presumably to the garden since daughter is home from Dalhousie, M'Alice to ruminate on the 24 kilometres he covered for the Hash and in searching for his "lost" wallet.

Alls well that ends well. Well done M'Alice!
On On On into 2019, next week's hare is Banshee, and Plunger the week after that.
Posted by Plunger on 01/02 at 12:52 PM

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