Last week’s trail was our first anal (ouch!) Glow Hash, or at least first since I’ve been hashing… which really isn’t that long…. We met at Aloha Grill on Portola, a location selected by the hare pair of Pink Cherry Liquor and Fap Jack. When myself and Shallow Hole arrived the place was dead with the exception of the back room being filled up by hashers and glow sticks. I got a very nice flashback of the 90’s rave hysteria, which in turn made me feel warm and nostalgic. The warm feeling would soon fade as it was a rather cool evening. The grill continued to fill up and soon mortals were invading our space, so our hare pair decided it was time to take off, but not before a bunch of lies were spewed at us. I swear I heard there was a going to be a liquor check, maybe I was just being hopeful.

It was so cold out the pack debated not doing trail and just heading straight for religion, but despite our knowing better, we followed trail. At least we TRIED to follow trail. When leaving Aloha we couldn’t even find true trail, turns out Rat Pussy was standing right on top of the true trail arrow so it took us a while to find it. We originally started down Portola but as it turns out, 18th was the way to go… or was it? We ran into a check at 18th and E Cliff that gave the hares a serious lead. There were upcapped falses in what seemed every direction. We finally found a small drop of flour stashed behind a telephone pole taking us farther east down E Cliff. Our next check was at Coastview, right before Corcoran Lagoon. We were all SURE the trail went up Coastveiw, nope! So back for some more on E Cliff until we hit 24th where there was another check. Myself and New Kids on my Cock went up 24th checking for trail, heard a whistle on E Cliff but decided to keep going down 24th, where we would eventually meet up with the pack again at Fresno & Baker, where there was another check. We wrapped back around to 26th and then took the asshole way (asshole way = being on Portola the whole way time) to beer near at Twin Lakes at the end of 14th.

Beer Near made up for the asshole way as our hares greeted us with a great spot to watch the wild, incoming tide and supplied us with LED balloons. They had one request as they handed us each a balloon, don’t leave it behind and especially don’t let it go into the ocean. Well, not 5 minutes later we see New Kids kicking his balloon towards the ocean, We are all shouting “be careful”, “come back here”, “don’t let that go in the ocean”. He hears us yelling, turns around and walks towards us, leaving his balloon in the tide, I thought Miss PCL was going to make him sit in the corner the way she went after him! Dung Fu went and saved the balloon, and likely a few ocean critters in the process.

We decided it was time to move onto religion. Shallow Hole and I had parked on Johans Beach Drive thinking we were at the right spot to access Sunny Cove. As we approached her vehicle we saw some old school car and both assumed it was the beer wagon. So we approach and realize, THOSE ARE NOT OUR FRIENDS INSIDE! We interrupted some teens getting high in their car, funny….. They were actually super nice and complimented all our glow gear and we apologized for shining our headlamps at their squinty eyes, Turns out the access to Sunny Cove for religion was over on Sunny Cove Drive, who would have ever figured that shit out?

So, as each of us descended the slimy and slippery stairs onto the beach Finger Nips watched each of us intently then decided she didn’t want to have surgery on her knee again and went home to have her own religion. She likely picked up some young, hot stud on the way, smart woman! Timmy!!! was nice enough to bring a fire pit and ran into Bacon Queef and Just Foot Pussy (who didn’t do trail but came to religion for the free beer) who helped him get it down the stairs onto the beach. He even brought kindling and a brand new long-stem lighter to safely light the fire. Unfortunately, Timmy!!! could not get the damn thing to work. He flicked it and flicked it and flicked it again, this man didn’t give up. PCL decided it was time for a woman to step in, she looked at the lighter and found that there was a plastic piece on the end that was preventing the flame from coming out. Yes! This should do the trick…. damn it, it’s still not working! I decide there needs to be three hashers trying to light the fire now, so I give it a shot. I discover that the flame control is set all the way down, pretty much in the off position, so I flick that on and alas, we got fire. So, it takes three hashers to get a fire going but each one played an important part in figuring that difficult shit out!

Finally, we can get onto religion, our RA for the evening was Dung Fu. New Kids was given a down-down for his balloon fiasco , Wicked and Pussy Wood were given down downs for missing beer check, our hare-pair and Timmy!!! were given down-downs for wearing matching LED caps given to them by Mrs. Timmy!!! for Christmas, Timmy!!! was given another down-down for not being able to properly use a lighter and Achy-Breaky Snatch was given a patch for her 25th Surf City hash!

Before we could leave though, we felt the need to light fire to the abandoned Christmas tree that someone left on the beach. It’s been a wetter year that the last few here in Santa Cruz so it didn’t quite go up in flames but rather just kind of glowed and sparkled. Dung Fu brought his fire staff and brought that out for us all the try, I think most of us were starting to freeze through the first few layers of skin so we were happy to just watch him perform for us. I have no idea where on-on-on was, so touch shit if you want details on that.

Tonight’s trail will be hared by Dung Fu and we will start at The Crepe Place on Soquel. You know the drill, show up a bout 6:30 and drink some beer. Dung Fu promises this will have an option to make it a slightly longer trail but that he will keep the shorter distance hashers happy too. Hope to see you there!

On-On,
Ho to Housewife

Honestly, this trail had potential to go wrong in so many ways, and shockingly, it did not! Is this an omen for this new year of hashing? I hope not, trails that work out fine are harder to talk shit on, which is my job.

This week’s trail was a pick up hash, getting creative for the new year! Also it was a 1 pm on a Friday and having some sunlight for our hash was a nice change. Our first two hare’s and overall organizers Pink Cherry Liquor and Princess Diarrhea set up a variety of checkpoints with a “TN” aka “Treasure Near” and the first person to arrive at the TN became the hare for the next leg of trail. The treasure was booze obviously.

We started at Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery, where people could not decide whether it was too hot inside or too cold outside but after a solid alcohol layer most of the pack found themselves outside. Drinking was had, Hangs Loose and his dire wolf Poon Doggy (Chewie) were very popular amongst everyone in the brewery. Then it was time for hares to be off!

The first leg of trail led us over to swift and mission, across the road and up in the direction of the bike trail where the first treasure of cheap champagne was found.

AhhtoBahng Ständer was the finder of the first treasure and led us on a short but checked trail over by the small bike park off western and mission, here we found some mimosa to wash down the plain old champagne from the first check. Dung-fu then led us over to Antonelli pond although not before having a back check of 4 marks leading some of the FRB’s rather far. Boner Malfunction clearly could not read the “No Dumping” sign as he dropped trou just underneath it on this leg of the trail. We were then led on a smaller trail around the apartment complex and over the railroad tracks (Scary!).

We found treasure there with a bloody mary concoction. Thmp-thmp and Twisted Fister took trail over from there leaving Toilet Baby with Dung-fu, a good plan in case we could not follow their trail and we needed her to pick up their scent. They led us over to and through natural bridges where we drank a white wine next to the restrooms…maybe it really was just piss collected there. Ho to Housewife and Shallow Hole then took us through the neighborhoods where some hares had to wait for a man and some kids to pass by before they could show off their goods.

Apparently a similar incident happened when some harriettes scared off some teenage boys with their tits at a boob check, perhaps hashing when it is light out isn’t really for us after all as it scares the locals. Finally we made it to West Cliff and over the edge of a cliff where beer was awaiting us and we were able to relax and enjoy the waves.

From beer check we made our way over to Religion which was in the Re-store on the westside thanks to Dung-Fu. First up for down-downs were the harriettes who scared those teens with their tits, Cumcerto, Anal Fullcum, Pink Cherry Liquor, and Achy Breaky Snatch.

Naturally the package check boys were to follow for their down downs (AhhtoBahng, Boner Malfunction, Dual Tools and Saigon Sally). Then Saigon Sally called me out for drunk scribing (whatever, how else am I supposed to get through this shit?). I then had to drink again because I took a picture of Boner Malfunction breaking the rules and dumping *see photo*. Visitors then had to drink, Ahhhtobahng, Saigon Sally, Hangs Loose, Paki-sack, Dual tools up my ass, Anal Fullcum, and Boner Malfunction. Hangs loose and snapping twat were at the same interhash in 2001 and had to drink for being old? I missed that. I did not miss it because I was sleeping, however, that was dBased and he had to drink. As usual those who made the mistake of following dBased, Trans-Cunt-n-Anal, Cumfart zone and

Twisted fister had to drink, possibly to forget that they made such an obviously huge mistake. And the Hares! The many many hares, you can go up and read about who they were in the beginning of this post, I am lazy and this trash is long enough. Next week is the GLOW hash people! Bring out your glow sticks (take a moment on that euphemism).

The hash finally made its way back over to Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery even though I think it was supposed to be West End. Many stayed quite late drinking and shooting the breeze, it was a long hash and a shitty one for sure!

All that said, I would like to end this post with a quote from Dung-fu our RA, who said at the end of religion that this hash was “The human centipede of ass pain” I doubt many of us would argue that.

On-on,

Pussy Wood

Trail 832 brought coast-side Surf City hashers over the hill and through the woods to inland Los Gatos for a joint with FHAC-U. Don’t get too excited if you missed it, we didn’t all smoke the peace pipe together, we simply drank, searched and ate together. The event was hosted at the home of FHAC-U’s Worm, who will likely never invite us again if he’s smart.

Trail was concocted by Surf City’s Accuprick and FHAC-U’s Drint-N-Squirt and was nothing more than a wiggly figure 8. Trail immediately went downhill, both figuratively and literally. As we were going downhill I literally said “Car Back” to dBASED and another hasher at least 6 times. They were so engrossed in conversation I had to run by them saying “there is still a car behind you” to get their attention. I don’t think it was my words that got their attention more than it was that I was passing them. This whole time, I thought it was only my husband that never hears a word I say.

We dropped down by a school and took a trail behind the field over into the neighborhoods behind downtown before hitting our first bar stop, The Black Watch where we all received a personal kamikaze. If you don’t know about The Black Watch, they are famous for their pitchers of kamikazes and it’s a cool, dirty bar with some dart boards in the back. After ruining ever mortal’s life with an absolutely horrible version of the 12 Days of Hashing we set out on trail again.

Trail took us right down the middle of downtown Los Gatos where Surf City hashers drunkenly ran the streets singing Shallow Hole’s “we don’t care” because we don’t live there and don’t know anyone! Our hares crossed back over their trail and took us for a pint at Carry Nation’s. With all this alcohol flowing shit is a little hazy but I’m pretty sure we sang Today is Monday before leaving these mortals stunned and repulsed.

The whole gang reconvened at Worm’s and started feasting in on the food everyone brought for the potluck. There was seriously so much food and I for one left with a slightly rounder tummy.

The hit of the evening was the gift exchange. If you weren’t there I’m sure you can imagine the plethora of dick, tit and ass themed presents brought by hashers. The gift that stole the show though, was the cock painted by PCL which went home with Just Foot Pussy and Bacon Queef. I cannot even begin to describe it in words, so thank goodness for Puff and his trusty camera.

On-On, may the hash go in peace

This week the hash really had balls! Lots and lots of balls!

Balls for the children to kick and juggle! The annual toys for tots was upon us and the hares, Summer’s yeast, Stub Rub and Fifth hole got the party started at JJ’s where Finger Nips was sharing her willie warmers with the crowd, in this cold weather I hope they can handle the shrinkage!

After some drinks and some group pictures that even managed to get the elusive Puff who stays behind the camera, we wandered over to Redz and dropped off the toys. Then trail really started, leading us pretty quickly to a YBF at main and soquel. Once we got back on trail we wandered through a nice neighborhood and had a Liquor Check in the dark forest and we almost ended up in a river! A  hare arrow from Dung Fu looked a lot like “JPF” and we thought Just Foot Pussy forgot his own name (not entirely surprising). We carried on through neighborhoods before finally making it back to Redz where the party really got started!

Shout out to Summers Yeast for letting us do beer check and religion in her salon and tarnish the fine establishment! The cheese, crackers and various other snacks were great!

Religion was a shit show. Poor dung-fu could not quiet our loud asses!

Shady Curtains was our beer fairy since he is leaving to Narnia soon *insert going back into the closet joke here*  and we will miss him dearly! Hugh Heifer got a down down for abandoning her coat in a bowling alley at North-South but she will get it back in due time. Ho to Housewife and Dog Breath were given down downs for playing in puddles.

We also had a Virgin! Virgin Phil who Accuprick picked up at JJ’s, a fellow rugby player. He fit right in with his song knowledge, turns out Rugby playing and hashing go hand in hand! He also reminded me of the awful performance given by Russel Crowe in Les Miserables the movie. We also discovered he lost his virginity in an el camino. Virgin Phil also serenaded Wicked Rehtaded and the other lazy bastards who didn’t run trail!

Just Foot Pussy bled on trail and

Fifth hole also earned her first Haring patch!

Dbased got his 669th hash (Get a life!) and Cumfart Zone hit the 25 mark! On-after happened was at Tampico’s and it appears some willie warmer modeling happened. Fhac U is next week and I am sad I will not be seeing you hashers until next year! Happy Fucking Holidaze Wankers!

On-on!

Pussy Wood