Montreal Hash House Harriers

Hash Trash, R*n #227 (Kirkland)
1-Apr-2001

by Double Fisted, Hash Scribe

The "I-am-stuck-at-work-waiting-for-a-package-and-need-to-do-something-run-report" or "Where's-the beer-stop?" Hash 

Hares:
Foxy Lady, Nutcracker

Hashers:
Old Cheddar, captain canada, Oral Supplement, Dead Animal, Numbskull, Skinflint, Abbot, LOB, Panty Ho, Double Fisted, teletubby, Witchy, Flipper, 'Lil Weenie, Pop-a-weenie, "Baby Weenie", Yogi, Mustapha Kunt, Turkish Delight, Humper

Weather:
Nice yet gray. Perfect beer weather, but isn't it always? About 0 degrees.

Trail:
We all stood outside of FL and DA's house waiting for directions and pleasantly throwing snowballs at each other. I was embarrassed for Oral who tried to hit LOB's ass while he was stretching his hamstring. For those of you who needs help, picture LOB pushing against FL's car, similiar to "assuming the position."  Yes, he was bent over the way WOB likes it. Anyway, picture Oral not 10 feet away with the perfect snowball, throwing it at him and completely missing. So sad.

We started the trail. The walkers going one way and the runners going another. Seems to me that should have told me to follow the walkers but alas, I was motivated to run!!

Oral supplement continued with the snowballs and started a feud with cheddar early in the run, throwing snowballs at each other. The problem being Oral has a REALLY bad aim and couldn't (sorry anne!) hit the broad side of a barn as previously mentioned. So I enjoyed the much yelling and cursing all through the run making it very orally interesting.

(insert your memories of the run here)

I heard there was a beer stop at Panty Ho's house but had no idea where he lived so the group of us could shortcut there. the small group got separated from the pack when we reached the mud pit. This was the only time this winter I was gladit was cold freezing the mud so we sank only 5 rather than 10 inches. It reminded me of that nursery song, "ten little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away, Momma duck said quack quack quack and only 9 little ducks came back..." because of all the dirt/snow hills around the mud.

So, we proceeded to talk of bad dates, beer and what we would do to the hare when we got back, basically hoping we would find the beer stop. We found St-Charles and walked towards the carpark knowing if we didn't hurry, the precious beer would be gone.

Finally, we found arrived with noone at home. We then crawled to the back, and jumped over the compse heap onto the patio for easy access to the beer. Well, all of us except Oral walked around the patio til she found the stairs. (BTW FL and DA, nice compose pile.) There was talk of hiding the beer but we agreed that it would take away from drinking time. 
We, Witchy, Flipper, Cheddar, Oral and myself, sat on the patio til the rest of the hashers came along. Witchy expressed no fear that they wouldn't open the door for us since they HAD to open the door to get the beer. We had to agree.

Captain and another hasher threw snowballs at us, OVER the house simulating Pearl harbour in the back. Yogi feigned sadness that the beer was on the other side of the door and left a nifty face print.

Post-Hash:
FL was nice enough to make a scotch stew for us. It was grand! My only question is that how can the scots make a great, flavorful stew whereas irish stew tastes like nothing?? Isn't all British Isles' food bland and unappealing? (well that's what I hear...) What does english or welsh stew taste like?
There was much beer drunk, great conversation (most of which I can't remember),all the soup was ate, and drinks at Moe's afterward. Why didn't anyone save me any pizza??

Down Down's:
Foxy Lady and Nutcracker for a rubbish run.
Lil Weenie, baby weenie, for latecumming.
Humper for something to do with his car.
Flipper for planning an evening and lying about the Band.
Yogi, captain canada, etc for getting a ride back to the carpark in Nutcracker's car AND calling.
Witchy was awarded the Right Tit for neglecting Penguin causing him to go to the hospital.

Old Chaddar and Double Fisted for racing.
(insert what you remember here) 

Summary:
Nice weather, good snow for snowballs, Oral needs throwing lessons, scotch stew rocks, no contest, and you can't drive at 100 while in first.

Submitted by
Double Fisted
Hash Scribe