RUN #202 - Friday, October 13th 2000
FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH; FULL MOON RUN
"Not Enough Sun"

by Kristal Tits, Hash Scribe

Hashers present: Foxy Lady, Dead Animal, Old Cheddar, Panty Ho, Double Fisted,
Numbskull, Poo Bare, Blow Job & Captain Canada (hares), Abbot, Skinflint, Oral 
Supplement, LOB, Witchy, Penguin, Max, Donna, myself.

Weather report: Not enough sun according to some experts. The moon wasn't very 
visible either. And it was kind of chilly at that... and the barometric pressure
left something to be desired...However, there were no floods, no gales or lightning, 
so we could consider ourselves lucky, on this Friday the 13th, 2000.

Comment from hares: I was sitting next to Blow Job for the down downs, so I got an 
ear-full, but what I would put down in this space is the (silent) comment made by 
Captain Canada's belly: * movement of the flab around belly button to mimick singing
as band plays classic rock song *

First in: who knows. I walked again this run with Double Fisted, Blow Job, Old 
Cheddar, Max and Poo Bare. We all got in at least 15 minutes after everybody else. 
The great advantage to running the hash, I am now convinced, is getting to the beer 
first. Hopefully my foot will be all better next Sunday.

Markings: nothing remarkable here.

The run: First off we should mention that Foxy was of  the group but did not partake 
in the walking/running on account of her mangled foot. "Only a flesh wound" (as would 
say the limbless knight blocking a bridge splurting blood...) it was not. Ms Foxy 
even had trouble making it to the bar where she awaited the horde of hashers. It was 
then only out of gallantry, and not because he's a lazy bastard, that Captain Canada 
offered to keep the damsel in distress company. In any case, they kept the beer warm 
for us.
Oral Supplement decided that since I was walking she might as well run since it 
couldn't be any worse than listening to my boring conversation about clitic placement 
(no, it's not as exciting as it sounds) and four-part analogy as one of the leading 
factors in morphological change... I did get Max to listen for a while though. We 
can only hope OAP comes back soon for a run. It seems he gives very interesting and 
enlightening tours as walking guide for the hash. Oh well, by then my foot should be 
better...
Or even better, if Sniffer could come back we could get in our final arguments for 
our debate: Vegemite vs. Nutella; which is the better toast topping!?
So the run itself was quite nice. Friendly conversation, lovely shortcuts, though we 
did miss out on the dead squirrel with the rotting eyes. I was almost tempted to go 
back  after, but I figured I had had enough roadkill viewing for one weekend what 
with that lovely rabbit skeleton with feet still intact that we passed sometime in 
the first half hour. Blow Job had positioned it in a "running" stance, paws apart. 
Just adorable. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have roadkill placement comeptitions. To 
be voted at next meeting.

The down-downs: we were too tired to move across the room, and so the circle was 
held over and around the table. GM Numbskull was back in action this week, as was 
RA Abbot, just back from a tropical vacation or something. They both got retardee 
down-downs of course, as did Skinflint and a few others. 
There were not so many  more down-downs (hares for "not enough sun", Cheddar for 
not showing up at Upstairs the night before after having organized the outing, Donna 
for being a newbie... but she put us all to shame with her beer guzzling prowess 
and is welcome back anytime), and Panty Ho was quickly awarded the hash shit, and 
looked very scared at the prospect of having to take the thing home. We assured him 
that Double Fisted had grown attached to the hash items, would relieve him of his 
duty at the end of the night and in fact has the permanent hash collection on display 
in the trunk of her car. This is only partially true; the hash dickhead was last 
seen on the previous Sunday's run. Anybody with information on its whereabouts is 
urged to contact said custodian (DF).
We were let off only after having sung "The Days of the Week", to the constant 
jeering of Witchy. She took it quite hard that "hmmm day" was no longer on Tuesday 
but had moved to Thursday. As long as it's in there somewhere my dear, does it really
matter?
Of course, SOMEthing must be said of the fact that the ceremonial Numbskull was
present at the festivities. Blow Job got it out of retirement and showed ("don't 
touch it!") it to the assembled masses. He was to have awarded it to someone, but 
felt that with the constant talking of MAX and OLD CHEDDAR, the Numbskull was not 
given the respect it so richly deserves. Who knows if, and when, we shall see the 
precious white plastic formation again.

The on-on: now this is where the fun really began. Double Fisted, Numbskull and I 
were almost tempted to leave, but a trip to visit the parking lot gods and our path 
was made clear: go back in and be merry. And that's just what we did. When we got 
back from our spiritual journey, the band was already busy belting out all our 
favourite rock classics, and the singer, though seemingly stuck in a time warp, had 
me transfixed, big hair purple blazer tube-top and all. 
Panty Ho led the attack on the dance floor and didn't let up till he had all the 
elligible women in the place grooving to the beat. I dared him to "take it off, take 
it all off!" but being a modest guy and all, he declined. I guess he didn't want to 
start a riot or anything amongst his assembled fanclub.
He was quickly followed by Abbot and Dead Animal. Penguin noted that hey, Brits 
really can't dance can they. Let's just say that their fanclub was non-existent.
At one point the only person NOT dancing was LOB. Was he perhaps afraid the women 
would pounce on him?..
Later on Double Fisted asked Numbskull something about "having enough wontons" in his 
bag, a remark I didn't quite understand since this wasn't a Chinese noodle shop 
after all, but I was quickly distracted from this by the singer calling us back to 
the dance floor. After "Mustang Sally", "Born to be Wild", "Like a Rolling Stone" 
and a few other fairly well-known songs, we called it a night.

Absentees: Turkish Delight and Mustapha Kunt. I guess Mustapha felt he shouldn't 
show up on this luckiest of all lucky days. He realized it might have put us over 
the top and caused some great cosmic f**kup. Speaking of F**kup, he was absent as 
well. Other AWOLs: Raymond and Louise, missing for the first time, Yogi, Whino, Muddy 
Nipples.

Miscellaneous:  After consultation, I feel I should point out that at least according 
to some hashes, the first commandment IS "there are no rules" as I had stated two or 
three hashes ago when asked by the subbing RA, Dead Animal. So there! hmph.

Enough drivel.
Comments, questions and suggestions can go to hell.
-the Gulp (aka Kristal Tits)