05 November 2005
2. The Tres Amigos Siete de Mayo Hash
Daytona Beach H3 - 8 May 2003
Hares: Neutered, 8's Enough, Instant Relief
Hounds (In no particular order): Waaayyy Beyond Gay, Manacocky, Meet My Beaver, A Yellow River Runs Through It, Sunk-n-Shit, Trigger, Thor, Amelia Airfart, Tongue in Groove, Skinamax, Cockpit, No Blow, Momma, Flash, Bitch Fucker, Toys 4 Twats, Gilligan, Fuckin' Goofy, Temporary Relief, Old Ironside, Dressed to Cum, Just Roy, Just John, Likes to Bang Poles
Virgin: Brian
Visitor: Lost & Fucked
Late Cummers: Richard Pierce, Ate My Pooper
Leave it to the wiley hashers of Daytona to stretch the Cinco de Mayo theme even further into the month.
The directions to the start led us to Neutered's casa in Port Orange. We parked our coches all over the neighborhood and flooded into the backyard for a little pre-r*n drinking. The alcohol started kicking in, and it helped everyone not pay attention as the hare explained the Mexican Scavenger Hunt. Oh, but the hounds certainly perked up as he insisted on no less than a diez y cinco-minute head start. That must be a record. Well... more time to drink cerveza.
Just to be rebels, the hounds sprinted off 30 seconds early. The first half of the trail can be summed up as follows: check, whichy-way, check, some cops, check, whichy-way, whichy-way, check, more cops, check, check, even more cops, whichy-way, check.
Soon the beer stop appeared, complete with beer, water, a tasty pee-colored sports beverage and a very strong Mexican potion made with agave. Interesting tales were told about the difficulty of the last check, which had eluded several hares and kept the pack from the alcohol for several extra minutes.
The best shiggy of the evening came right after the beer stop. Something close to a circle-jerk included a field of palmettos and some thick undergrowth. (Was that poison ivy???) Then came the Trail of Many Small Hills, which required the sprinting hares to remember how to use some navigational skills.
The half-minds found the end in Neutered's complex at the community pool. And for a while, the community consisted soley of drunks. The illustrious GM led a fine circle, which included down-downs for the numerous car-hashers. The award for most down-downs of the evening went to our out-of-towner from Atlanta.
The on-after was back at the start, and everyone was happy to learn that there was plenty more beer. Food was consumed, rumors were started, and a good time was had by all.
Until next time,
On-Out
Hares: Neutered, 8's Enough, Instant Relief
Hounds (In no particular order): Waaayyy Beyond Gay, Manacocky, Meet My Beaver, A Yellow River Runs Through It, Sunk-n-Shit, Trigger, Thor, Amelia Airfart, Tongue in Groove, Skinamax, Cockpit, No Blow, Momma, Flash, Bitch Fucker, Toys 4 Twats, Gilligan, Fuckin' Goofy, Temporary Relief, Old Ironside, Dressed to Cum, Just Roy, Just John, Likes to Bang Poles
Virgin: Brian
Visitor: Lost & Fucked
Late Cummers: Richard Pierce, Ate My Pooper
Leave it to the wiley hashers of Daytona to stretch the Cinco de Mayo theme even further into the month.
The directions to the start led us to Neutered's casa in Port Orange. We parked our coches all over the neighborhood and flooded into the backyard for a little pre-r*n drinking. The alcohol started kicking in, and it helped everyone not pay attention as the hare explained the Mexican Scavenger Hunt. Oh, but the hounds certainly perked up as he insisted on no less than a diez y cinco-minute head start. That must be a record. Well... more time to drink cerveza.
Just to be rebels, the hounds sprinted off 30 seconds early. The first half of the trail can be summed up as follows: check, whichy-way, check, some cops, check, whichy-way, whichy-way, check, more cops, check, check, even more cops, whichy-way, check.
Soon the beer stop appeared, complete with beer, water, a tasty pee-colored sports beverage and a very strong Mexican potion made with agave. Interesting tales were told about the difficulty of the last check, which had eluded several hares and kept the pack from the alcohol for several extra minutes.
The best shiggy of the evening came right after the beer stop. Something close to a circle-jerk included a field of palmettos and some thick undergrowth. (Was that poison ivy???) Then came the Trail of Many Small Hills, which required the sprinting hares to remember how to use some navigational skills.
The half-minds found the end in Neutered's complex at the community pool. And for a while, the community consisted soley of drunks. The illustrious GM led a fine circle, which included down-downs for the numerous car-hashers. The award for most down-downs of the evening went to our out-of-towner from Atlanta.
The on-after was back at the start, and everyone was happy to learn that there was plenty more beer. Food was consumed, rumors were started, and a good time was had by all.
Until next time,
On-Out
# posted by L&F @ 5:16 PM 
