Friday, August 18, 2006
Father's Day Run
Well, Father's Day has been and gone and no doubt some fathers got a good going over whilst others, got bugger all.
The hashers met at the Apia Yacht Club at 2pm, doubtful as to whether a run will take place or not. However, true to form, the lot started rolling in at 2.15pm so Son of the Bitch and Kiwi were despatched with strict instructions to keep the run short as the ambulance service was also on holiday.
The trot started off on the seawall, heading towards the Observatory amidst all the party animals on the seawall. This was followed by a gentle trot around the back of Tiafau, pleasantly enough at the beginning. Harry Potter took off looking for a good work out, calling out to Sassygirl that he wanted to kill himself..... at that time of the day, that could easily have been arranged!! The firm trot turned into bloody muck as Sassy went knee deep in the mangroves whilst Harry Potter flittered around in the mangroves like a butterfly calling onon. Lucky he wasn't close enough, he would have gotten a mouthful of the muck. Thank goodness for Crabs and Snake who came to the rescue of the one who must be obeyed and pulled her out. In the meantime, the pikinini hashers had caught up as if walking on water and merrily clambered up the mangrove plants. Snake stayed behind to help all the damsels who could be heard cussing and carrying on. Swinger got an earbashing from BB when she sank up to her waist in the shit and was not amused.
To get through the mangrove bush required one to be a contortionist at best. The troops finally emerged filthy and hyperventilating to encouragement from HCP and Lezzie whose excuse was that he had arrived late and was subsequently chased by dogs whilst following the trail. Yeah Right... which dog was this one Lezzie!!!!
The run ended in the sea for a good soaking to rinse the crap off.... Thank goodness there were no New Shoes on the day....yikes, imagine drinking out of them!!!PASS.
Crab, SOTB, Kiwi, Swinger were the enthusiastic chefs for the day. They cooked enough food to feed a battalion. Snake let on that Fang had her birthday the previous day but of course was unsure of her age. The dirty minded meres had much to say about this. Snake, was still grinning from ear to ear and thought all his christmases had cum at once. Happy birthday Fang. Snake shouted most of the drinks for the day and Fang took a wine down-down for her cumming of age. She was noticeably a bit tipsy shortly thereafter. Not sure whether the oysters that Shafter and Flo brought had any effect on the feisty meres later on.
New hasher Tim was initiated on the day by drinking out of his shoe, much to the amusement of the seasoned hashers. Christian, the groupie had one too for being seated during the proceedings.
Can't remember the rest of the awards..... so be it.
Everyone agreed that the hash trot was a fantastic one, short and trying.
Fantastic BBQ!!! The lot finally left at 1945hrs.