What a great Brooklyn run, a virgin lay no less by Bahamonde, a staunch Manhattanite claiming never even to have run a Brooklyn run. Well, Bahamonde runs are always great anyway and short. (He made me say all that). Actually, Jerry handed me the baton (no, not for a relay, but as scribe) in Janet's absence (As they used to say to me-- where the fuck is Janet? -- particularly when there are no more concerts in the park) on the grounds that I spanned both the hashes (city and Brooklyn) and that Mike and Aleks had managed to attract twenty people who definitely weren't Brooklyn. One more point of historical interest -- this was the site of Aleks first run, which we hared together. (Then she had a hashmobile).
The run was short, short and short -- that means a bloody loop within one BLOCK of Grand Army Plaza which even Keith didn't crack, although after being behind me solving a check he was seen to run right past the bar on the opposite side of the street. [I am still trying to crack the meaning of that sentence, but maybe you had to be there. Then again, does that make a difference? -janet] Basil was celebrating two more months of pregnancy by being there and telling the Hash how Mary was getting sick of it. Ewa was downdowned for getting her real green card, and Crofty for getting bloody the second month in a row (Comment courtesy of Bahamonde).
Three graces sported new haircuts (which nobody noticed). Lesley, our fearless leader, returned, I was very glad to see, no sooner than to be called by the other returner, Andy, one of a pair (the other of which was not Peter but rather a maid of somewhat different spelling). Considering the on-on after Sunday's run, where the highlight was who the hell is G (and it wasn't related to eoff), conversation was surprisingly erudite revolving around architecture and stocks -- Aleks had to forbid Pierre from buying a computer or even advice from Crofty before they left the bar. Maybe Do Monkey, happily chowed down in a mess of fries, just hadn't recovered yet. Oh, fish and chips must be a first on the hash, glory be! Lesley and Dave Byron-Brown drank full glasses of Fosters which weren't theirs, doing the classic Hash trick of taking a full glass (recycled) off the bar having left a half empty one somewhere. Do Monkey from Austin and Peter Penn were heartily welcomed back and I have reached my stop.
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