A good time was had by all, it would appear...
Sir Peter would have been proud that we practically ignored him in our zeal to merrymake. No offense intended, and, in all likelihood, none taken! Saturday August 2nd marked his 82nd birthday, and, surprisingly, many hashers did not seem to know the breadth of Sir Peter's talents and what is, for me, a real high-point of comedy - What's New, Pussycat. At least one virgin came to us hoping to find fellow O'Toole aficionados, and was disappointed, but given some beer to compensate, as hashers are wont to do.
The start time was set for 2pm, but, alas, we were blissfully unaware that August 2nd was also Bolivian Agrarian Reform day, which due to ensuing celebrations made reaching our destination a time-consuming process frought with uncertainty as it involved crossing many streets effectively cut off by Bolivian merrymakers getting in the way of our own merrymaking. Add to that a pretty big protest against a damn project, and it was basically a crap-shoot to get to the hash by car or bus. Of course, we cyclists and those clever enough to use the Metro or live close-by had little trouble, but the delay of the all-important beer-meister and many others set us back a full hour to start, creating golden opportunities for late-comer down-downs.
Intro circle out of the way, runners took off like something from a Looney Tunes cartoon; by the time the dust had settled nothing remained but a smoldering track, and the walkers slowly alighting. Miles later and a few false trails down the road, we'd had a nice promenade around beautiful old Santiago - durable architecture and broad-shouldered concrete and stone constructions that will not be brought down by little inconveniences like fire or earthquake, a bit the worse for wear, and refreshingly able to show many decades of urban survival. There were a few false trails , and the markings were generally good. It was unanimously declared a Shitty Trail - congratulations to Sir Acting Semen and Sir Turtlehead on a job well done.
Once back at NoName Armando's place, we circled up and took care of some business with Multiple Entry directing the proceedings as your Grand Master, Jesus Cums Twice performing Religious Adviser duties, Spoodgebob Stainpants song-meistering, Sir Acting Semen hasherdashing, Prune hare-raising, Moon Job doing hash cash, Bi-weekly Deposit the all-importnat beer-meister, helped out by Bushy Pussy piss-pouring, and Sir Sump Pump putting some real elbow-grease into his pecker-inspecting.
Important highlights included many leavers and returners, details about pre-paying for hash #155, and most importantly, Mariachi Masturbator's 75th hash. Congratulations!
Unfortunately, the circle had to be abbreviated quite a bit to make up for the late start, so some formalities were skipped or rushed over, but in general it was a shitty circle and we got done what needed to get done, mostly.
Also noteworthy was the return of Dick So Soft, who brought a bottle of the amazing Dave's Insanity hot sauce (thank you for sharing) along with his winning personality! We were visited by reporters from a local paper, who all happened to be virgins, so we were forced to down-down them. Dick So Soft truly deserves the title of Hash Jedi - it would appear he has been hashing for about 6 years longer than he's been alive, and has, literally, hashed everywhere in the known universe. Seeing the plight of our visitors as they were cornered with a down-down, he took pity & gifted them a t-shirt commemorating the Omicron Persei 8 hash - a lovely affair to hear Dick So Soft tell it - or some other far-flung event he has visited in the past. Our guests from La Tercera were awesomely good sports about our eccentricities and really fun people to boot. We hope we'll see them back again!
I suppose it's worth mentioning that towards the end of the evening we were lightly disrupted by a bomb-threat. Militarized police in flak-vests (for your protection, lol) swarmed below, while, as you can see, we continued to engage in proper hash behavior rather than harshing our finely crafted evening vibe.
Thanks again to NoName Armando for the facilities. The view was great, as was the space itself! So for now we say Good-bye to no-name Johnny from Brooklyn, and hello to our new friends Nicky, Jacinto, Fabiola, Nayarett, Iván, Gloria, and Greg!
See you on the beach next time. Don't forget to pre-register!
Your faithful GM,
Multiple Entry
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Sir Peter O'Toole's 82nd birthday is cause for a run and a down-down, even if he's a little indisposed at the moment! (Too soon?)
The jury's still out on what the weather will be like, so Spoodgebob Stainpants & Jesus Cums Twice - do your magic and make the sun shine!
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| A "Good" Time... Yes - if you say so. |
Sir Peter would have been proud that we practically ignored him in our zeal to merrymake. No offense intended, and, in all likelihood, none taken! Saturday August 2nd marked his 82nd birthday, and, surprisingly, many hashers did not seem to know the breadth of Sir Peter's talents and what is, for me, a real high-point of comedy - What's New, Pussycat. At least one virgin came to us hoping to find fellow O'Toole aficionados, and was disappointed, but given some beer to compensate, as hashers are wont to do.
The start time was set for 2pm, but, alas, we were blissfully unaware that August 2nd was also Bolivian Agrarian Reform day, which due to ensuing celebrations made reaching our destination a time-consuming process frought with uncertainty as it involved crossing many streets effectively cut off by Bolivian merrymakers getting in the way of our own merrymaking. Add to that a pretty big protest against a damn project, and it was basically a crap-shoot to get to the hash by car or bus. Of course, we cyclists and those clever enough to use the Metro or live close-by had little trouble, but the delay of the all-important beer-meister and many others set us back a full hour to start, creating golden opportunities for late-comer down-downs.
Intro circle out of the way, runners took off like something from a Looney Tunes cartoon; by the time the dust had settled nothing remained but a smoldering track, and the walkers slowly alighting. Miles later and a few false trails down the road, we'd had a nice promenade around beautiful old Santiago - durable architecture and broad-shouldered concrete and stone constructions that will not be brought down by little inconveniences like fire or earthquake, a bit the worse for wear, and refreshingly able to show many decades of urban survival. There were a few false trails , and the markings were generally good. It was unanimously declared a Shitty Trail - congratulations to Sir Acting Semen and Sir Turtlehead on a job well done.
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| The warm, yellow stillness of downtown rooftop pools is good for photography! |
Once back at NoName Armando's place, we circled up and took care of some business with Multiple Entry directing the proceedings as your Grand Master, Jesus Cums Twice performing Religious Adviser duties, Spoodgebob Stainpants song-meistering, Sir Acting Semen hasherdashing, Prune hare-raising, Moon Job doing hash cash, Bi-weekly Deposit the all-importnat beer-meister, helped out by Bushy Pussy piss-pouring, and Sir Sump Pump putting some real elbow-grease into his pecker-inspecting.
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| And we would later come to realize that Jesus Cums Twice is as badass as they come. Here she is religiously advising as if nothing, after having been mauled by wild dogs during the run! |
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| Mariachi Masturbator approves, as she is celebrated for her 75th hash! |
Unfortunately, the circle had to be abbreviated quite a bit to make up for the late start, so some formalities were skipped or rushed over, but in general it was a shitty circle and we got done what needed to get done, mostly.
Also noteworthy was the return of Dick So Soft, who brought a bottle of the amazing Dave's Insanity hot sauce (thank you for sharing) along with his winning personality! We were visited by reporters from a local paper, who all happened to be virgins, so we were forced to down-down them. Dick So Soft truly deserves the title of Hash Jedi - it would appear he has been hashing for about 6 years longer than he's been alive, and has, literally, hashed everywhere in the known universe. Seeing the plight of our visitors as they were cornered with a down-down, he took pity & gifted them a t-shirt commemorating the Omicron Persei 8 hash - a lovely affair to hear Dick So Soft tell it - or some other far-flung event he has visited in the past. Our guests from La Tercera were awesomely good sports about our eccentricities and really fun people to boot. We hope we'll see them back again!
 |
| Here we have a group of Hashers laughing in the face of a bomb-threat, having figured out that resistance is futile. |
I suppose it's worth mentioning that towards the end of the evening we were lightly disrupted by a bomb-threat. Militarized police in flak-vests (for your protection, lol) swarmed below, while, as you can see, we continued to engage in proper hash behavior rather than harshing our finely crafted evening vibe.
Thanks again to NoName Armando for the facilities. The view was great, as was the space itself! So for now we say Good-bye to no-name Johnny from Brooklyn, and hello to our new friends Nicky, Jacinto, Fabiola, Nayarett, Iván, Gloria, and Greg!
See you on the beach next time. Don't forget to pre-register!
Your faithful GM,
Multiple Entry
===========================================================
Sir Peter O'Toole's 82nd birthday is cause for a run and a down-down, even if he's a little indisposed at the moment! (Too soon?)
The jury's still out on what the weather will be like, so Spoodgebob Stainpants & Jesus Cums Twice - do your magic and make the sun shine!
Get the details and RSVP on Meetup!
| Hosts | No Name Armando, No Name David, and Prune |
| Hares | Sir Acting Semen and Sir Turtle Head |
| When | Saturday August 2nd 2014 @2:00pm |
| Where | San Martín 714, SCL |
| What to Bring | Running or sporty walking clothes, Food for the grill, Drink for the after-party, Hasherdashery to show your colors, White socks (it's a rule...) |
| Cost | CLP 3000 |
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