05 November 2005
31. Black Vomit
G-Spot H3 - 15 May 2004
This weekend has been brought to you by the G-Spot H3, and their Beer Mile/Red Dress Run. Both were held at different times, in case you were wondering. (Hey, a Red Dress Beer Mile. Interesting...)
For those of you who don't know, a beer mile is an intense combination of running and drinking. Beermile.com describes it as "digestive athletics." G-Spot doesn't stick to strict Beer Mile rules, but since there are no rules in hashing, this makes sense. I would have to say I'm honored to have witnessed such an event, especially considering the impressive athletes that took part. I actually came away more entertained than I've been at many professional sporting events.
Beer Mile rules were simple to follow, yet difficult to complete: Drink a 6 pack and run a mile, in any order or combination you want. You can puke, but you can't spill. The first one done is the winner. Several Trashers decided to drink Guinness, and then decided to call themselves Team Guinness. The best part of their endeavour... the black vomit. Not that foamy white vomit is sub-par. Not even close. But black vomit definitely has its charm. Boob Teaser got the prize for the fastest time, and most of his success came from drinking the beer first, puking it up and then running. Everyone else tried running first, and ended up realizing that chugging 72 ounces of beer is very difficult while you're panting. The Best Puke Award has to go to Buckafuffalo, who vomited so long, the foamy, white stream stretched from his mouth to the ground, and just kept coming. There was one absolutely perfect picture of it, but I haven't been able to find it. So you'll have to trust me: vomiting on a grand scale is totally possible.
As for the Red Dress part, we were all flawless looking, as usual. Before we left for Fayetteville, we gave a big thank you to MC and Whiner for the crash space, the food and the pool. They've put us up, and put up with us numerous times, and hold the title as Hash Host Champions.
This weekend has been brought to you by the G-Spot H3, and their Beer Mile/Red Dress Run. Both were held at different times, in case you were wondering. (Hey, a Red Dress Beer Mile. Interesting...)
For those of you who don't know, a beer mile is an intense combination of running and drinking. Beermile.com describes it as "digestive athletics." G-Spot doesn't stick to strict Beer Mile rules, but since there are no rules in hashing, this makes sense. I would have to say I'm honored to have witnessed such an event, especially considering the impressive athletes that took part. I actually came away more entertained than I've been at many professional sporting events.
Beer Mile rules were simple to follow, yet difficult to complete: Drink a 6 pack and run a mile, in any order or combination you want. You can puke, but you can't spill. The first one done is the winner. Several Trashers decided to drink Guinness, and then decided to call themselves Team Guinness. The best part of their endeavour... the black vomit. Not that foamy white vomit is sub-par. Not even close. But black vomit definitely has its charm. Boob Teaser got the prize for the fastest time, and most of his success came from drinking the beer first, puking it up and then running. Everyone else tried running first, and ended up realizing that chugging 72 ounces of beer is very difficult while you're panting. The Best Puke Award has to go to Buckafuffalo, who vomited so long, the foamy, white stream stretched from his mouth to the ground, and just kept coming. There was one absolutely perfect picture of it, but I haven't been able to find it. So you'll have to trust me: vomiting on a grand scale is totally possible.
As for the Red Dress part, we were all flawless looking, as usual. Before we left for Fayetteville, we gave a big thank you to MC and Whiner for the crash space, the food and the pool. They've put us up, and put up with us numerous times, and hold the title as Hash Host Champions.
# posted by L&F @ 6:03 PM 
