Do hashers have a memory? Run #374

This is one of the latest topics dealt with by the secret international hash research center hidden underneath the Chimbulak ski lift, and as far as we know, the result is: "What was the question again?"

Last year, though, the archives tell us that there was a memorable hash marked by a new variation of down-down drinks, tequila instead of Tien Shan (or was it a bit of both, thus explaining the loss of memory ?), in honour of cinco de mayo. This year however, no one seemed to remember the reason to celebrate cinco de mayo; just in case one of the appointed hares was a Colombian -- it was only May 4th after all.

This confusion in dates might explain the small turnout on such a great date. Were all the hashers lying on the grass in some park getting a suntan instead of getting ready to wear their sport outfits? Were they busily engaged in other typical spring activities (claiming they were working after a praznik instead)?
And what to say about the utter shock of the hashers that indeed arrived at the meeting place in the hope of nice fresh air and a few cool bottles of beer, to learn that no beer had been bought, the crazy Irishman thinking that all hashers would be working that day...

Thus hares Mighty Mouse and Eata My Pussy and 5 other brave (or just lucky to have got out of work early) hashers waited just a bit (long enough for Red Menace to demand a beer, loudly regretting that ex-hash piss Pumpkin Eater who consistently got her drunk upon arrival) before leaving Mad Murphy's and heading towards the hills hugging Almaty beyond Al Farabi, some riding yet unnamed Zhenia's spider-Oka, the Soviet attempt to rival the Batmobile.

The Grand Master convened a circle that could hardly fill the optimistically big flour circumference designed by the hares, asked for a note that was speedily given by Mighty Mouse, launching a speed-rocket version of Father Abraham. Then the GM called the hares to describe the trails, and a problem was pointed out: indeed, all hashers, but the GM, were walkers, leaving Jackmaster to check all the false trails on his own. So an unprecedented scene happened, when the hares tried to designate new runners amongst the walkers, to no avail, all having lame excuses such as One Man's "having walked ino a hole".

The lot departed anyway, to discover a trail at first common through apple orchards, then the walkers went their way through a scenery later to be described as "pastoral" and the runner going along a river, joining a few cows in the crossing of it, running through a welcoming neighborhood with barking but not biting dogs, some touristic scenes such as a war memorial and the house of culture, then returning, through construction yards and hilly slopes nicely dotted by garbage, to the river and the circle.

It was noted that walkers and runners came together after one hour of effort, in a testimony of hash love, all gathering around the spider-oka filled with beer (yes, despite the Mad Irishman's forgetfulness, the hash never runs out of beer !)

Pocket Pooler was designated acting hash piss; not many violations were reported, and next week's hash is to be set by EMP and Defective Rubber. The hares' pressure at the beginning of the day had the late effect of turning Zhenia into a runner hare in two weeks assisted by PedFac, and finally the GM almost closed the circle before the hash Hymn, thus deserving a down down whenever he shows up again... but knowing hashers have no memory he should be safe.

The small pack then headed towards Dublin, where other hashers unexpectedly showed up for the On-On, Pornographer selling pix, Digital Dildo claiming he would be medevaced soon, Make Me Come announcing she would not come for yet another week, PedFac needing to be fed. See you all on the trails instead of in the pub or on the net !

On-On!