A Hash Under Santas Moon
T'was the week before Full Moon, not a Hare to be found;
It seemed that the Hash might be skipped this time `round.
With some out of town, the rest enjoying some birthday,
Who'd set a fine trail and show us our way?
Everyone had been asked, everyone had said "No,"
Where to find a hare, well... I just didn't know.
When what should I notice in the Receding Hairline:
Laird had stepped up, and just in time!
Out by the Museum we gathered that night;
to the out-of-towners, we must have been quite a sight.
Then Laird showed up with bags of flour in hand,
herded us cross the street, where we were made to stand.
Once he wrote the On-In, he joined us by the Park.
Directions given, bags piled, he pointed towards the first mark.
Through the Museum (hmm... I skipped this part;
straight to Amsterdam, and found the pack split apart.)
With FRBs running away off into the dark,
We headed West, then North, and into Riverside Park.
First check we lose Hardy and then Steve Kurtzer,
Faint cries of On On were coming no closer.
Down we searched towards the highway, and there was the chalk;
Quickly to a tough check that slowed the FRBs to a walk.
This was to be the worst check we would weather,
By its end Joe and I were running alone, but together.
South-east to Central Park, we fed off each other's will,
it soon became clear: On-In at Beacon Hill!
Well, the checks became easy as beer thoughts overwhelmed:
Just keep heading in the general direction of the end.
Caught the pack on the East side, Joe went off with them,
Enjoy the rest of your run, Ill see you later my friend.
Down Lex, 3rd, and 2nd at a pretty good jaunt,
Finally being welcomed by the Hash's old haunt.
I hope you've enjoyed this seasonal rhyme,
(I've never written a write-up in this much time)
For the rest of the write-up, I'll switch to prose [CHEER!]
So Merry Christmas to all and Happy New Year!
Ahhh... enough bad poetry! Where was I? Oh yeah, remembrances of the On-In.
The Beacon Hill will always mean a lot to me and the hash, albeit for entirely different reasons. The Hash had built a relationship with its predecessor, ETC (this was before my time). I, on a similar note, began my current relationship during an On-In here. So it figured that there was much discussion about relationships (pro and con; current and previous; freshly new, ongoing, and recently ended).
There were Mary, Jenny, and me talking in one corner, all sharing advice and complaints. Comfort for Mary, recently free; Advice for me, going on strong; and pity for Jenny, searching valiantly. Lisa provided Mary with a gem on handling the lingering feelings after a breakup: Break em, Cut em, Throw em away... NEXT! (immediately followed by a bevy of men surrounding her. Geez, some guys will accept ANYthing as an invitation!)
Since no officers were present, the Down-Downs were short. All I noticed was Laird's (of course, not realizing that I was the scribe, I took no notes anyway).
We were invaded late in the night by a martini swilling crowd (I thought the Yuppies had deserted the Upper East Side for the greener pastures (and bigger condos) of Westchester). They kept to themselves until a slightly (???) drunk Barry joined them for a game of pool. Two very pretty women seemed threatened by our presence and retreated to safety downstairs (You may be friendly, but you're hardly dressed!)
Lastly, a bit of trivia and (for a change) some GOOD poetry. While writing this, I was sent an interesting Email guaranteed to improve my Trivial Pursuit game and set me on the fast-track to Jeopardy. One very appropriate item read: There are NO words in the English language that rhyme with mouth, orange, silver, or purple.
I was also sent a poem that must have been written by a Hasher:
Hail to the Ale
Lager lingers on the tongue
Pilsner passes quietly
Stout will never be outdone
Bock beckons in its freshness
Mead mingles in its own time
Porter pretends to be more
While Barley Wine is holiday fine
Let these ambrosias embrace you
For this happy season will soon end
Share Mother Earth's bounty
With a pint and a good friend.
--James Ruma
I raise my pint to the Hare, and my fellow Hashers as well! Happy Holidays, Best Wishes in the New Year, and On-Out.
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