Santa Cruz Hash House Harriers - Good Start, Good Religion...But #416

Good Start, Good Religion...But #416

Written by Ralph U. Crammed-in

Thursday, 26 June 2008

Unfortunately this trash is going to be delayed. Part of it is my notes around here somewhere. The other part is I've been awake since prior to 4am. The main part is despite Ralpies' good Govt insurance certain proceedures that are typically done to people at a young age, they are called braces. Well Ralphies' company doesn't believe people's teeth get worse over time so in order to fix Ralphie's teeth he has to put out somewhere between $3000-$4500 depending on how vein he's feeling. Its not cosmetic, I don't care about how I look, I'M IN PAIN. Fucking insurance.

End bizare rant.

Its a little late to write this but here I go. After Dog breath left dragging My Fn Preciuous in tow, the pack departs 15 minutes later. After working our way to River St we travel down riverin the direction of downtown. After the long straight-away we encounter a check at North Pacific. After checking towards the levee trailis found after a right on N. Pacific. I think there might have been another check at Mission/Water, but in any case, trail turns up Mission towards Mission Hill. The thing is, when you start at Pioneer and you put the pack on that side of Hwy 1 it can really only go back one way. We cross Hwy 1 via the bike lane and turn right over the bike lane that parallels Hwy 1 on the North side. Around the entrance to Harvey West Park and by Portugese Hall trail turns up through Evergreen Cemetary. After romping on the graves of many-a Veteren trail wraps around to the corner where would normally take the pack to the top of Harvey West. I was told that there was a Hare sighting as Dog breath was dragging poor My Fucking Precious along much to her exaustion. At that point, we gave up. We had already done nearly 3 miles already, and it was getting on in time. The pack congregates at the trough, and the hares were still on trail. We circle up for religion and the hares were still on trail. Religion started and the hares were still on trail. Religion ended and the hares were still on trail.

In fact trail was so long that Hugh Heifer and two children were still on trail utterly lost. One child was Cumz Out My Nose's son, Just Jacob was a little scared. Beer Check was up at the Pogonip Club House. As a few of us started walk to Pogonip to resuce the lost contingent of the pack, Banana and I could hear the lost contingent tell us that they had everyone in tow, and this Hash is over.

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Poor Ralph
Written by Hairy Potter, on 26-06-2008 22:41
At least you have somewhere you can vent :upset

Written by Puff MDQ, on 28-06-2008 10:49
Ralph-I know a number of your kennel mates that have come up with an alternative to this very expensive procedure. It will eliminate all future trips to the dentist. Interested?

Vein is not the Problem
Written by FingerNips, on 03-07-2008 09:28
I had hoped your dental anguish would have been soothed by the wonderful religion we had that night. Especially the naming of Just Heather (Bad Yeast Rising). If religion couldn't do it, I had hoped that a superfluity of b-day cupcakes and hash-foot shaped chocolates would have allowed a surge of endorphins to ease your pain. Barring these, a trough almost overflowing with PBR lovingly custioned with ice on the fucking hottest day in Santa Cruz would have allowed a moment of relief. Take Puff up on his offer.