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Wednesday 08/06/2003 #330

Witty TCC & Major Penetration @ Manchester

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At 6:15 p.m. on a Wednesday, three hashers appeared in the parking lot of an unsuspecting office complex at the intersection of Manchester and 270. Wait, was that 6:15? Hashers, early? "It's amazing how much time it saves when you don't get lost," they explained. For an even bigger miracle, the beer was there before any other hashers.

It was an illustrious beginning, but it's all down hill from there.

About twenty hashers gathered for a chalk talk, where Witty confused everyone by insisting that three vertical dots are also perpendicular to trail, since trail is a line and there's a whole plane that's perpendicular... lots of booing and covering of ears at this highfalutin geometry stuff. The hares finally escaped around a corner of a building.

At 7:23 (or so) the pack took off. Somebody in the pack want to comment on trail?

The good part was, trail soon veered off the pavement to a little path, leading to a quaint wooden bridge, and from there down into the creek. The creek teemed with aquatic life. The hares had promised the pack a special prize for catching a crawfish. Just Randy caught a good one, not really big but squirmy. Madam Yuk and Norman Bates made a team effort, and they managed to snag a dead, larval crawfish. Then they smashed it flat before the end of trail. I'm not sure that counts, guys.

The creek went on and on, under two roads, where lots of the cheating pack exitted and zenned to the... wait, what happened to the beer stop?

It was supposed to be a beer stop, but just as the beer pulled up and the first hare dragged herself out of the creek, an unmarked Town and Country police car arrived. Here's where it gets interesting. Its seems that one of the hares (Major Penetration) aroused the suspicions of an area resident the day before while scouting trail. The resident stopped MP, who was wandering around with a map and looking troublesome. Upon learning that MP planned to return with more people the next day, the concerned resident phoned the police. The nice officer who spoke to us told us there were ten cop cars out around the neighborhood and they were fixing to bring in the helicopter.

All this just for one tall, thin, blue-eyed, receding-harelined hasher? It seems that Major Penetration (completely by coincidence of course) matches the description of the burglar who has been robbing big houses in Des Peres and Ladue lately. They really thought it was he. Of course, once MP finished setting all the blow jobs and dragged into the beer stop, he and the officer had a good chat about Desert Storm and other military operations they were both involved in, and all seemed well.

But all was not well, because we never did get our beer. The hares left in a panic, and the crazy pack gave them about ten seconds' head start. Eep, quick, PMS, stop the beer truck! Give them beers to run with, something -- distract them, quick!

The hares fled around the curve and into the woods. They found Duzzy waiting for them on the other side. Cheater! He ran trail backwards before it was even laid. Never trust a hasher, especially one with 192 runs.

Trail continued down a small cliff and along a cool ledge on the retaining wall next to Manchester. Then it went down a ditch full of big rocks and into the quarry. 'Course, the darn pack skipped all this fun part. The hares sprinted the last bit to the on-in and only escaped because the pack saw the cars and headed there... which was not the end of trail. Once the beer truck (PMS) found its way to the end (with lots of yelling and directions from other hashers), we circled up underneath Manchester, in an unused corner of the Des Peres Cinema parking lot.

Partway through circle, it was altogether too quiet and respectful, and we noted the absence of Whiney Bitch. Imagine our great relief when we turned to see him running across the parking lot. We yelled enthusiastically and he joined us eventually. He even ran trail after arriving at 8:00. Hurray for WB!

There were lots of down-downs. How do 20 hashers, with no beer stops, go through four cases of beer and still want more? Amazing, I tell you. let's see, who all drank?

  • Jake-Off is a major backslider
  • Mudpacker and FeFe drank for being escaped convicts
  • Just Randy got a funny T-shirt for his crawdad, and of course a beer
  • Just Jon, WB, FeFe, Just Justin, and Just Anil (who fled) drank for latecomers
  • The hares drank a lot for being lousy hares
  • Just Gena and Mudpacker drank because he walked along smoking a cigarette and still came in ahead of her, and she's fast
  • Just Gena drank out of her new boots (ew, not a good day for new boots)
  • Lots of other stuff, but you know how the circle goes.
  • PMS and Pencil Dick drank for not drinking already
The hashshit competition was predictable. Pornogenic was nominated for being a lobster instead of a crawfish. Mudpacker was nominated for knocking Just Gena down, or something. The hares were nominated for not explaining the "Cop Stop" in circle, for having a climbing problem instead of a running problem, for getting caught, for robbing houses... you get the idea. Guess who won.

Finally, it's time for the on-after! They didn't want to listen to the directions, but eventually they got hungry enough. (Another announcement: Madam Yuk needs help moving the weekend of the 16th if you're available.) The pack moved to Down Under Restaurant & Pub, half a mile and six lane changes away. The waitresses were thrilled to see us. They served us pitchers and good food and lots of water (whew, we needed that). Yum-eee. Lizzardo showed up, and we saw that he really has hurt his knee. It is not that he fears being DFL; it is that he can barely walk. Wish him luck with his surgery on Friday. Lizzardo, Just Adam, and Jake Off practiced competitive down-downing. The hashers slowly trickled out, and everyone got home before midnight (wow, that was a short trail).


Trail of Des Peres 6 August 2003
Featuring... crawfish! big rocks! fantastic scenery! a really short trail!
Hares: Witty & Major Penetration
Location: Manchester & 270
Time: Meet at 6:30, pack away at 7:00
Directions: From North or East or West: Take 64 to 270 and go South. Stay in the right-hand lane and take the next exit towards Manchester. Go West on Manchester. Stay in the right-hand lane and take the next exit to Des Peres Rd. At the bottom of the Des Peres Rd exit ramp, go straight through the stoplight into the office park. Go up a hill to a stop sign, then turn right and park. We'll gather there.
From South: Take 270 North to Manchester West. (It's a left turn at the top of the Manchester ramp.) Immediately get all the way over to the right. Exit towards Des Peres Rd. At the bottom of the Des Peres Rd exit ramp, go straight through the stoplight into the office park. Go up a hill to a stop sign, then turn right and park. We'll gather there. Bring dry shoes and socks!
On-After: Down Under Restaurant & Pub, on Manchester just east of 270, 1141 Colonnade Ctr
To get there: Take Manchester east of 270. There's a stoplight to go into the mall, then a stoplight at Ballas. After that, look for a 7-11 on the right and turn into its shopping center. After turning into the shopping center, go straight ahead. You'll see Down Under at the bottom. They serve food until 11 and have pitchers of Amber Bach and Bud Light and Foster's.
If you're lost and don't know where to go, you can call PMS at 314-221-5411 or Witty at 314-249-0952

Run: 330
Date: Wednesday, 6 August 2003
Title: Robbing Houses in Des Peres
Location: Manchester & 270
Hare: Witty Titty Carrot Committee & Major Penetration
Hash Shit: the hares Cop stop: Topping & Pingry
On-After: Down Under
Attendance: 22

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