Hash House Harriers

Trip Start May 11, 2005
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Friday, November 30, 2007

One of the best parts of living in a proper city was being able to actually join a hashing kennel.   I have been hashing around the world but I had yet to live in a city where I can hash every week and get to really know the other hashers.   Living in Vegas was finally my chance to get involved with the local hash.
        The best part about returning to this hash was that I finally had a hash name (Bendover)   Having a hash name gives a little more status  to ones hashing reputation.  I got Chelise to start coming with me and as normal everyone started to like her more than me.  She was also given a hash name (Pissonaya) after running with the club for a bit.  When a hasher receives a name it is somewhat of an event and is celebrated by baptism of beer and flour.   Check out the picture of Chelise's naming.   Once again if you don't know what hashing is GOOGLE IT!
The biggest event the Las Vegas hash house is the red dress run.  Hashers come from all over the country to participate in this 3 day drinkfest.  I think around 300 people signed up last year.   True to it's name all hashers must run the trail in a red dress.    Most hashers spare no expense and dress very extravagantly.   The actual run went through the Las Vegas Strip the Stratosphere to be exact ( only half of the hashers got through before security shut the doors to anyone dressed in red)  and into the gay district of Vegas.    Coincidentally we did end up at a bar called Club Ramrod, which happens to be my car's name........ No my car is not gay (he's confused)   this is why I took the photo in front of the bar.  I'm sure many bar patrons' were slightly confused when their bar was overrun with men in red dresses who all claimed to be straight.  The next morning those that could manage to get up early went to go operate the beer stop at the Las Vegas marathon.   It was weird handing out  beer to people that were in the middle of running 26 miles but we definitely had a lot of takers.  We even had a Vegas hasher who was running the marathon stop in for a full beer,  powdered donuts and  a cigarette and still finish under 4 hours and 30 minutes.    It was a bizarre yet extremely cool experience.  
Another grand event was the  Magical Mystery Bus Tour on the anniversary of the kennels 1000ths hash.   50 people met at our favorite Hashing Bar (Luckys) at 8 am.  (Bloody Mary's anyone?)  We boarded a bus to a mystery location for a magical hash.   Drinking games and hashing songs ensued and 2 hours later we were somewhere.....   We then ran a trail that criss-crossed a river causing everyone to get wet and muddy and finally ending at a bar.  After eating and drinking a bit more we got back on the bus and headed home.
.The hash went on a couple of camping trips... one to the Valley of fire where we hashed in the desert  had a tent to tent pub crawl complete with naked fire jumping and one canoe trip down the Colorado river.   The canoe trip was a sight to behold.  50 hashers in the hot Arizona sun all trying to canoe 8 miles downriver with boats full of ice, beer and food.   The camping site there was just a random spot on the side of the Colorado river that had been scouted out before.   The run had a planet of the apes theme complete with monkey mask and banana beer stops.  Only problem was that one particular hasher tried to short cut the trail and fell down the mountain in a pretty brutal way.  Long story short this guy basically rag dolled down the mountain in front of me and wound up in a bloody mess at the bottom.   My first was response was to run down there and shout "dude are you ok?"  To which his wife screamed back at me "of course he's not ok!  He just fell down a mountain!"   He tried to stand up but blood was literally pouring out of his head and arm.   He was helped back to camp and one hasher who had a legitimate boat motored him back to civilization and to a hospital.  Broken arm, stitches and low grade concussion was the final result.  He will live to hash again!  This trip was particularly memorable because I met the oldest hashing member alive today!  A guy named Screwcap is 80 something years old still walks the trail and is a diehard from way back.
     Last but not least I finally got to lay a trail on my birthday in a random small town in southern Nevada.  This was a memorable trail because the back woods ladies that ran that bar (6 teeth between the two of em) thought I was beautiful.   This is not a joke.  I know your waiting for a punch line here but these ladies were seriously smitten.  They kept stroking me and taking my photos and telling Chelise that they wanted to borrow me.   At least I got free drinks all night!
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