January 16th Hash - Write Up

Since this was Bad Hobbit’s first go at “Haredom”, I tried to check up on him relatively regularly about the trail he was setting.

At first, everything seemed pretty well under control: he knew where to do it, he had the time to do it AND he secured some assistance from veteran Hasher Able Seemen.

So I wasn’t too concerned when I learned that the Hash Scribe, Hash Beer AND Hash Cash were not going to be there. Meh, we’ll manage, they’re all kinda useless anyways…

But then, I started to get some serious information mindf**ks. Like Kiwinee telling me that he met Bad Hobbit at a bar on New Year and that he (Bad Hobbit) was actually freaking out. I messaged Bad Hobbit who sent me directions and stated that everything was under control. Except maybe for paper and trucks for a possible A to B Hash. All good, I can do that.

Also, he tried to reach Able Seemen many times but could not get trough for some reason.

I sent a 2 part mail to the veterans

1^st part: got paper?

2^nd part: got a truck?

Replies

Wirgin Bluce: Not there, no truck and got no paper.

Cop out: Bruce got paper. (no mention of truck)

Able Seemen: Have truck, haven’t heard from Bad Hobbit (spoiler alert: somebody did not bring his truck)

Another mail to Wirgin Bluce

Wirgin Bluce: Ah yeah, I got 3 HUGE bags of paper (his house is so big, it must have gotten lost).

So I put Bluce and Hobbit in communication and all is good again. Up until the night before the hash: I get a 5 page message from Bad Hobbit (who has not replied to any of my messages in 3 days) stating that the paper was not delivered, that he couldn’t get in touch with anyone and that the world was going to explode. When I read that message, I was well into my 7^th beer which prompted me to come up with this eloquent and elegant solution: “F**k it, if there’s no hash, we’ll just drink beer and sing songs because the choral hasn’t abandoned me, unlike all the others…”  I might have been crying at that point.

I showed up at the hash the next day with a hangover and an abandonment complex. After a bit of organising, we manage to figure out the A to B transport and Agent Orange managed to NOT lose all of the beer from his open cab on the road.

It turned out to be a beautiful hash and the spot Bad Hobbit chose for the circle was nothing short of majestic, making this whole ordeal *almost* worthwhile.

Circle

Able Seemen reminded me that traditionally, the circle starts with a toast to the hash. Having been to the Lanna Bush, I come to the conclusion that only Able Seemen is aware of that tradition.

Praises to the hare for a beautiful trail. In all the history of the CRHHH, never has so much paper been used for a trail.

A couple of virgins showed up. RingMaster made Nadine come, and Alan made Jena come.

Next Hares

February: Pussy Rainbow

March: The Almighty Frozen Ring

April: Smoke Break (no hash)

May:  RingMaster

June: The reluctant Mile High and No More Sushi

There was other stuff but I forget: that’s what happens when my wife and the scribe don’t show up.

Thanks to Sarah for posting pictures and picking up the slack as the Hash Photographer didn't bother to show up either. I'm looking at you SpartaPuss.

-Frozen Ring