Greetings to all Hashers, and what a wonderful way to return to the fold with a beach run at Tafatafa on White Sunday Monday. Well, not exactly a beach run per se. Your Scribe arrived late and the run had been completed, but I set off anyway to get a bit of exercise before the circle. Cockblocker had set the run on flour, which was a concern given the blinding whiteness of the sand. But the trail went off into the bush, up a new path for an access road, and was very easy to follow. No false trails, which was good since the sun was hot. The access road curved around and back to the beach. All in all a short but sweaty run, and most Hashers were in the sea with cold but foamy Vailimas.
Princess of Darkness was the GM and called the circle to order. There was only one new to Hash – Rieko who had been brought by Ninja. The rethreads were Ninja, Slippery and Poumuli. The GM couldn’t care less where we had been. There were no Celebrity Awards handed out.
Your Scribe had found a new chicken hat on his travels (no one seems to know where the old one has gone), which the GM felt should be handed to the Hasher who in calm still shallow waters was wearing a swim vest – Ninja got the Chicken of the Week Award. (Ninja – you have to bring the hat to the next hash when you can award it to someone else deserving it.) A further gift from the travels was a Chinese warning sign that cautioned us Do Not Scream, which went to Screamer, and soaps from the POD Hotel which went to POD of course. Poumuli had to join in.
The GM had been told that Karaoke had been attending zumba classes and enjoyed it very much, but had found Chilindrina’s dancing much too dirty – in her absence the GM called for a former Ms Samoa to accept the Dirty Zumba Award – Mana. Lewinsky was then accused of leaving his knob lying around, but somehow this went to Do Me Twice. Your Scribe made an illiteracy accusation against Co-Scribe, now demoted to Assistant Trainee Scribe, Screamer for not posting last week’s Hash Trash. She tried but failed in getting Poumuli awarded as well.
Brynne had been found to perform in poor form at a recent party, getting legless after one drink, so for Conduct Unbecoming she had to demonstrate better form. Snatch nominated Pussysnatcher for near slicing off his fingers on taro, which was a pathetic show given all the “training” she has put him through – Indigenous Award to PS. It was then discovered that Eveready’s keys had been locked in his car, but it seems that Karaoke was the culprit. After some dextrous manoeuvring using his Bowie knife and a piece of wire, he finally managed to pop the trunk.
The hare was saluted in the traditional manner before the bbq was descended upon. Titty Galore arrived late, but brought with her crates of Vailima to supplement the dwindling foamy keg. Fa’afetai!
Check the blog for next week’s run.
Poumuli, IKA Slit