July 5 2009
Run # 2138 the "Family Fixation" run
Hares: Hairy Fucker and Nips
Runners 6.5k Walkers 5.0k Shortcutters 13k

Hares took off downhill from a massive parking lot, giving happy spectators a
little wiggle before vanishing around a corner. Soon after, A massive
rainstorm washed out all trail markings for about the first KM or so of trail,
leaving runners and walkers alike to struggle blindly through the wilderness, as
the hares soared further and further onwards. Confusion reigned as lost
hashers phoned in for directions... (turn right after the the pineapple field!
But which F###ing pineapple field???)

Co-hare Hairy left Nips alone at the finish with a cooler of beer while he went
to gather up the strays. While this provided ample time for the nips to relax
and refresh herself, there was little chance to collect grist for the Hash Trash
mill. (Does a doggy down down count, if only the dogs are present? If a beer
can falls, and no-one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? What is the
sound of one boob flapping?)

Finally, wet and bedraggled hashers began arriving, some on foot, many on four
wheels. FFF came close to a catch, but suddenly discovered trail and decided to
follow it instead of shortcutting to what he correctly guessed as the finish. A
bevy of hashers arrived in cars, and festivities finally began.

Our beloved Aussie, Oral Fixation, proved that some things are definatly
inheirated as she presented us with no less than 3 of her assorted siblings.
While one proved to be a down-down dodger, Penny and Ed provided us with plenty
of entertainment.

Larence of A Labia led the down downs with few mix ups. Get used to it, you'll
probably end up doing it a lot!

After welcoming our First Timers, Meg, Penny and Edward, and second timer Ian,
the business of Hashits was attented to. Perennial lady's hashit carrier OF
managed to pass the torch off to her sister, the only Cooper Clanster to finish
the run on her own two feet, after also calling out the hares for being unable
to curry enough favor with Taiwan's weather gods to ensure clear skies for the
run. (though, honestly, if I had any pull with those in charge, I'd be gunning
for Monday typhoon days.) Men's Hashit carrier called on OF for driving her
family to the finish, LOL for finally giving him a break for head duty, and
Singing Shit Head for being the leader of a crowd of shortcutters who got a
little more excercise than they bargained for!

Hashit check was called even before general penalties began, with the Lady's
hashit having magically escaped Penny's somewhat lax grip and ending up under
Man's Best Friend's butt. Penny was so happy to have the hashit returned to her
that she began beating both family members and strangers eith it. In addition
to having the most uncomfortable seat in the house, MBF also took some flack for
her rather odd sponge bob square pants get-up, and shoes that looked like
they'ed been peeled off of one of National Geographic's bog mummies.

SSH's presentation of the Hash Commandments at the start of the run came back to
bite him on the ass later, as he was forced to drink a few times for bearing
more than the sacred hashit in his hands. Ever a showman, he also sang a song
about OF praising some of her hidden talents.

Ed and Ian, through from opposite corners of the globe, had surprisingly similar
wild hair, longer than some of the ladies present. And speaking of ladies, we
all had a drink together, to celebrate that it was a 38 (san-ba) run.

Nips was presented with a 75 run patch, (on on to 100!) and a few quiet hashers
were made to drink. A doggy down down debate caused some consternation among our
canine-loving friends. Tuna's worry about the bad Feng Sheiu of the lightning in
the sky proved prophetic, as a repeat of the torrential down-pours brough
down-downs to an abrupt close, sending hashers scurrying to thier cars.

On On to 2139!