05 November 2005
39. An Unadvertised Annual Tradition
Darkside H3 - 29 August 2004
Now don’t get me wrong. I love S0B. But when you crave a little more on a Sunday, it’s nice to have another option. Black Sheep helps. So does Hog Mountain. The upcumming Bear Creek Hash sounds hopeful when it starts next month. Well, for this month, a member of mismanagement from Black Sheep decided to step up during his off-week and give Atlanta’s overly ambitious Wankers that little extra.
Well, maybe more than a little. This is the Darkside we’re talking about. Preparing for the typical amount of pain, I went through my mental checklist. Water? Check. Gel pack? Check. A larger set of balls? Check. I even grabbed my GPS, because you never knew when you’re going to get Lost.
I motored to the start to find everyone already there but the hare. Those in attendance included (apologies if I forget anyone): 2 Crabs, Calamari Richard/Whooah-Ohh!, Dane Bramaged, Elvis, Fore Inch, Gass Hole, the Ho, L&F, Little Easy, Pvssy Pilot, Snail Trail, and the harriette formerly known as Rat Killer. Our chef and bimbo extraordinaire was Rat’s A$$, who summed up his mindset perfectly: "I'm not r*nning 10 miles, fvck that!" Late cummers included our second bimbo One Ball, as well as Just Johann, who not only sniffed us out and caught up, but was the FRB of the evening. And that’s after he did S0B. Oh, and he got named during circle, too. More on that later.
B!tch With An Attitude was our hare of record, and for the fourth August in a row, he took one for the team and signed up for the 10-miler. At 5:30, he grabbed his bag (of flour) and hobbled away. We promised him 10 minutes, because he’s old. 9 minutes and 59 seconds later, the pack gave chase. Because we’re rebels like that.
The start was the Marta Park ‘n Ride at GA 400, exit 11. It had been raining on and off all afternoon, and it was raining up until we circled up, and then it never rained again.
The trail can be divided into thirds. The first part was about 3 miles of solid-ground shiggy and road. The first check was quite difficult, and took the pack about 10 minutes to solve. So Bwana was up about 20 minutes. But as soon as we hit shiggy, we knew he was in trouble. Some of the toilet paper was broken down, which meant he had prelaid some of the trail to a bigger lead. Now he was having to redo it. And the last thing you want to do before haring a 10-mile Darkside by yourself is expend any energy.
The second part was about 4 miles down the Big Creek Greenway, which until now, I had no idea it existed. Coincidentally, last week’s Moonlight went through here. This was where our tired hare started getting snared. Shortly after we emerged from the Greenway, we hit our first water stop.
The last part was where the shiggy really started. A muddy dirt r*nning trail led to a power cut, some hamsterland, and a trek under GA 400. I got under the highway to see three of the hounds up ahead, walking down a sewer easement. And walking meant the hare had been snared for the third time. All of a sudden, we ran into Bwana and Rat’s A$$, taking bags out of the Bimbo Mobile. It seems like our hare decided to call it a night at the second water stop. Well, we were at 9+ miles at this point, and I was too freaking tired to be anything but happy. We watched the full moon cum up as we ate. Oh, and of course, there was beer.
One thing I like about Darkside circles is the lack of ambition shown by everyone involved. Think very quick, and very laid back. Three highlights of the evening included 1. The singing of the shortest hash song ever. “Drink it down down down down…” Seriously, you can’t get any shorter than that. 2. The naming of Just Johann, who will always and forever be known as Mister Mom. 3. The re-re-naming of Rat Killer, who up until now has been cursed with two unmemorable names. Taking care of that was her attendance at last month’s Darkside, when she was the FRB. Then she basically named herself when she told Dane Bramaged that she Likes It Long. So...here’s to Likes It Long, she’s true blue...
A number of thank you’s are in order. To Rat’s A$$ for bimbo’ing, to One Ball for keeping him company, to Rat’s A$$, Elvis, Dane Bramaged and Snail Trail for the food, and to Bwana for the lay. And of course, thank you to everyone who cums out to support one of the longest hashes in the country.
Join us next time, when the quest for beer reaches its monthly extreme.
Dark. Long. Hard.
You’ve been warned.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love S0B. But when you crave a little more on a Sunday, it’s nice to have another option. Black Sheep helps. So does Hog Mountain. The upcumming Bear Creek Hash sounds hopeful when it starts next month. Well, for this month, a member of mismanagement from Black Sheep decided to step up during his off-week and give Atlanta’s overly ambitious Wankers that little extra.
Well, maybe more than a little. This is the Darkside we’re talking about. Preparing for the typical amount of pain, I went through my mental checklist. Water? Check. Gel pack? Check. A larger set of balls? Check. I even grabbed my GPS, because you never knew when you’re going to get Lost.
I motored to the start to find everyone already there but the hare. Those in attendance included (apologies if I forget anyone): 2 Crabs, Calamari Richard/Whooah-Ohh!, Dane Bramaged, Elvis, Fore Inch, Gass Hole, the Ho, L&F, Little Easy, Pvssy Pilot, Snail Trail, and the harriette formerly known as Rat Killer. Our chef and bimbo extraordinaire was Rat’s A$$, who summed up his mindset perfectly: "I'm not r*nning 10 miles, fvck that!" Late cummers included our second bimbo One Ball, as well as Just Johann, who not only sniffed us out and caught up, but was the FRB of the evening. And that’s after he did S0B. Oh, and he got named during circle, too. More on that later.
B!tch With An Attitude was our hare of record, and for the fourth August in a row, he took one for the team and signed up for the 10-miler. At 5:30, he grabbed his bag (of flour) and hobbled away. We promised him 10 minutes, because he’s old. 9 minutes and 59 seconds later, the pack gave chase. Because we’re rebels like that.
The start was the Marta Park ‘n Ride at GA 400, exit 11. It had been raining on and off all afternoon, and it was raining up until we circled up, and then it never rained again.
The trail can be divided into thirds. The first part was about 3 miles of solid-ground shiggy and road. The first check was quite difficult, and took the pack about 10 minutes to solve. So Bwana was up about 20 minutes. But as soon as we hit shiggy, we knew he was in trouble. Some of the toilet paper was broken down, which meant he had prelaid some of the trail to a bigger lead. Now he was having to redo it. And the last thing you want to do before haring a 10-mile Darkside by yourself is expend any energy.
The second part was about 4 miles down the Big Creek Greenway, which until now, I had no idea it existed. Coincidentally, last week’s Moonlight went through here. This was where our tired hare started getting snared. Shortly after we emerged from the Greenway, we hit our first water stop.
The last part was where the shiggy really started. A muddy dirt r*nning trail led to a power cut, some hamsterland, and a trek under GA 400. I got under the highway to see three of the hounds up ahead, walking down a sewer easement. And walking meant the hare had been snared for the third time. All of a sudden, we ran into Bwana and Rat’s A$$, taking bags out of the Bimbo Mobile. It seems like our hare decided to call it a night at the second water stop. Well, we were at 9+ miles at this point, and I was too freaking tired to be anything but happy. We watched the full moon cum up as we ate. Oh, and of course, there was beer.
One thing I like about Darkside circles is the lack of ambition shown by everyone involved. Think very quick, and very laid back. Three highlights of the evening included 1. The singing of the shortest hash song ever. “Drink it down down down down…” Seriously, you can’t get any shorter than that. 2. The naming of Just Johann, who will always and forever be known as Mister Mom. 3. The re-re-naming of Rat Killer, who up until now has been cursed with two unmemorable names. Taking care of that was her attendance at last month’s Darkside, when she was the FRB. Then she basically named herself when she told Dane Bramaged that she Likes It Long. So...here’s to Likes It Long, she’s true blue...
A number of thank you’s are in order. To Rat’s A$$ for bimbo’ing, to One Ball for keeping him company, to Rat’s A$$, Elvis, Dane Bramaged and Snail Trail for the food, and to Bwana for the lay. And of course, thank you to everyone who cums out to support one of the longest hashes in the country.
Join us next time, when the quest for beer reaches its monthly extreme.
Dark. Long. Hard.
You’ve been warned.
# posted by L&F @ 6:10 PM 
