So as I rolled up on the parking lot for the Polyester Hash, I was struck with a feeling of horror, as I saw not a thread of polyester in sight! T-shirts, yes, a big red pickup with a grill on back, yes, but no polyester to be seen! I walked my white leather platforms over to the group and saw a few attempts at polyester, and felt a bit better. I soon spotted the hare, a seemingly calm guy who turned out to be the elusive Dick Head. He seemed strangely dissappointed that I was married, which only confused me at the time, but which became clear in time. A few beers out of the back of a pickup later, we all decided to head out. The nice sunny day was a good time to be hashing downtown, and the city almost seemed like a nice place to be. A nice father Abraham got everyone warmed up, and entertained a few locals. Arrows lied, the trail got cut off, but we made a nice beer stop at the Cleveland Convention Center, or as someone called it, the parking garage. Ahhh, the sweet tunes of Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Light recalled some fond memories, and DickHead's dancing and singing made me wish I could stop making new ones. Waiting for the RTA train took at least 5-6 times as long as walking OnIn would have, and we of course gave AssTransit grief for this as our local RTA guy.Once on the train, we decided to serenade our (very tolerant) driver with a chorus (or 300) of 'I Know a Song That Gets On Peoples Nerves' which brought us a quick skip away from the familiar red truck filled with beer. As we circled up in the parking lot we decided to deal with our newcummers/virgins first. As we serenaded Miss Virgin (Danielle?) with the old standard, I decided to help add a bit of the required cheekyness to the end of the song. I guess I don't fit into a women's size 14 polyester bellbottoms like I used to so I think she got away mostly unmooned. Former Houston Hasher Fairie Queen got renamed (by me) Money Shot after a spew of beer foam looked a lot like...well....a money shot. Money Shot gladly accepted his new Cleveland Hash name, much better than Fairie Queen, which he claimed had to do with his tats....hmmmm.... I won the mens costume (see attached) and I'm sure someone else won the women's, but I shoulda had that one too. We had plenty of backsliders ranging from a year's absence (DickHead) to 8 years (Bubba and Bareback Rider) as well as a few minor infractions. As we lingered in the parking lot and folks drifted On Out a game of FootBeer (BeerBall?) broke out. This game involved TightyWhitey, Dick Long and AT throwin beers at each other (lots of dropped passes and lots of alcohol abuse - earning some DownDowns I hope). We also got to hear about DickHeads artistic exploits. Apparently he got dared into doing some artwork by Beefeater and he came up with some painted squares of aluminum shot with a .357 or rifled deer slugs. Apparently this was (is?) on display at Spaces gallery downtown. I know every detail of its creation, due to the fact that DickHead was on repeat and told the story 5 times. On Blabbing On, Julia Child Quid Non? |
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