Hash Trash #489

The Pack: Coming Soon

The Hares: DuuHHH and Pixallated

The Convocation

This hash started, fittingly enough, on Mental Street. By the time I got there, everyone was gathered in front of the Arana Gulch area. Parking my car, I was immediately interrogated by an older couple who were watching over their daughter who was riding a scooter on the sidewalk.

They were really suspicious of what “all those people were doing down there” and asked me if I was with them. After explaining who we were and what we were about, the couple asked if it was a form of geo-caching. “Yes,” I explained, “ it’s kind of like that, but we do it for beer.”

Placated, the couple went about their business, and I left to join the pack. I didn’t tell them that during our festivities, there was a good chance that tits and/or dicks would be displayed,  rambunctious songs would be sung, and general merriment would be had by all who participated.

Circle Up!

This went relatively quick. There were lots of hashers who showed up, and everybody wanted to get on trail quickly. Besides, the nights are getting dark earlier, and not everyone brought flashlights (not smart, people).

On-On!

After introductions, it was time to get on trail. We were immediately hit with a check that confounded the lot of us for at least 20-minutes. We went into Arana Gulch, we went out of Arana Gulch. We went all around the Arana Gulch entrance. We did everything possible to find trail except to look at where it could possibly be. Finally someone shouted “On-On!” and we were on our way. Which way was that? Through Arana Gulch, of course!

Trail led down through the Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor and onto the backstreets of the Seabright area. It was quite a long trail with a Turkey/Eagle Split. Three of us took the “lemming” option, and followed LubeMeUpScotty most of the way.

Beer check was held at a couple of park benches overlooking the ocean and Santa Cruz Wharf. It was a very clear night that wasn’t too cold. After about 15 minutes of adult refreshments and conversation, we trooped out to complete the trail, which ran back through the Yacht Harbor, and stopped just outside the entrance to Arana Gulch where we had religion.

Religion

For tonight’s festivities, we had Flaccid Capacitor Serving as Beer Fairy. I’m not even going to make the joke.

Down-Downs commenced as follows:

• Charles Hoe and He’s a Lesbian, for coming all the way from Cambridge, England to hash with us.
• Virgin Mikayla, for, of course being a virgin. She showed her tits to an appreciative crowd of onlookers. Apparently, Rod Lover made her come, but no one believed it.
• Rod Lover, got to drink from the Dog Bowl because he didn’t lead his virgin on true trail. We all wondered if he used this battery operated mag-light on her while on trail.
• Virgin Sabrina told a joke. We sung a song. She gave us the finger. Maybe we were off key.
• Hogazm got to drink because she was leaving us to go fuck men with balls the size of kiwis down in New Zealand. She’ll be back in about six months.
• Saving Private Snausage, for losing the hashit in Boulder Creek. He was mesmerized by IcyJackAss that night.
• Pixellated Obscenity, for having a birthday on Oct. 10.
• Apple Bobber, for going back to work with Apple computers as Steve Jobs fluffer.
• RodLover, again. Why? Just Because. I forget who introduced this concept, but for down-downs, you really don’t need a reason. Simply point out some poor shit who’s trying to stay out of the limelight, and declare “just because” and they have to drink! Oh, by the way, Rod Lover’s 42^nd birthday is coming up.
• Broke Bench, for having tech on trail.

That’s it! See you next hash.

~O’Holy Nutz.

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