BFM #33
Posted on October 7, 2004
07 October 2004: Your Proxy Scribe here, trying to decipher my hastily written mental notes on the 10/7 hash a week too late:
The pack packed Paddy’s eagerly awaiting the night’s hashing delights. There were lots o’ hashers and I wish I could remember them all. Wolfman was there, of course, and MasterBaster, and Scooby, testing the wares when I arrived. I suggested we save our meager funds and get a pitcher for the gathering crowd. Skin Fiddle, STD, Sloppy Seconds arrived. In a rare double appearance, She Man and Maygan (sp??) were there together. Tongue Twister made the trek again. Just Scott arrived with a friend, Just Justin. There were other virgin/visitors. (I don’t remember which, nor their names, but not for lack of attention .. I have CRS - Can’t Remember Sh*t.) Keeping with BFM Karma, Winkie was left holding the short straw. Here we go again. The pack stayed together for a short time as we headed North and East. Then the pack broke up searching out marks after several good n’ hard checks. One of the virgin/visitors said he’d last seen a mark on Delaware Avenue and segments of pack skidaddle in that direction. Soon we were by the asphalt jungle gym of the BFParkway and Bridge. Tongue Twister and Ms. Season and I scoured that whole area for marks and came … up empty. I had seen Bitchard motioning something unintelligible so I went back in that direction. I was again away from the pack, away from any marks, and away from the beer. Rumor has it the true trail went to Penn’s Landing and environs. Most of the pack was back in under an hour. Hot and thirsty we downed water and beer and proceeded to mingle. Sly Fox showed up in time to receive a special message I had for her from a Certain Young Man I’d seen at the DC Red Dress. There would have been photographic evidence, but I fell off her before Can You flash Me Now? could snap it. She sure smells good.
We were exhorted into the alley for our circle, led by Wolfman and his tuneful assistant Scooby Snatch. Our Grand F’ing Master was acknowledged as hare, then had seconds for wearing his Viking helmet (with horns on his head. Head? Who said head?) Virgins and Visitors were exposed. Thunder Thighs and Crusty Calves drank for being overachieving bimbos. Auto hashers, Sly Fox, Sticky Fingers, Limp Man Toy, drank. Sly was additionally accused of sartorial overachieving (dressing up too much for a hash). There may or may not have been other accusations. Crusty Calves announced her New York Red Dress bus offer. . It was pointed out by our esteemed Mr. Winkie that one of those in the circle had been hashing with us for a while and needed, yes needed a Name. Maygan was called into the circle. She Man efused to reveal any good dirt about his lovely wife, but we did learn that she played in the Marching Band in High School and even attended Band Camp! After much bandying about of potential names, one became a clear choice. So now, in all of hashdom, Just Maygan will be known as …Deep Flute.
On hashing On
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