Dress Red Run #1555

On a beautiful cool spring Sunday in February, 42 hounds gathered at Terry Hershey Park on Dairy Ashford for the Dress Red Run. Red dresses were not mandatory, that will cum later in the year, but, this being the closest run to Valentine's Day, red garments were the theme of
this run. Parson's Nose, a hare, was sporting a bright red lace slip and Juices Flowing was clad in red undergarments.

A beer crisis the night before was averted by the gallant Pull the Plug who arrived just before chalk talk with a Budweiser keg from Beverage King of Pasadena. Yea. PTP!

The English hounds led chalk talk while Roll Model was taking care of the keg and he warned the hounds that this trail was laid in the best English fashion.

The running hounds, according to Parson's Nose, ran east from Dairy Ashford to Kirkwood by the golf course and then looped back to Dairy Ashford, then northwest to a beer check on enclave Parkway, then north to Memorial and west across the bayou and past Eldridge through glorious shiggy to Southmayde Creek, then south again to the dead-end and on-in.

I understand Roller Balls and Polly crossed the deep bayou twice, purely by accident. The trail ran through some excellent shiggy and scenic woods but the runners were never actually expected to cross the bayou. McPisser, thinking he would short-cut the trail by running straight to the end, ran right past the keg and Pipes, who was VERRY quiet, and eventually came in after the pack.

The walking hounds had a scenic tour of the middle third of Terry Hershey Park, then met at the beer check on Enclave Parkway. Walkers then covered more of the scenic views of the park before surfacing at the TransOcean building at the dead-end of Southmayde Creek for the on-in.

The circle, RA'd by Wad to Blow, indeed had ice and many hares and hounds left the circle with wet bottoms and cold asses. The peanut butter pretzels were a big hit.

Roller Balls, the last recipient of the Hashit, bestowed the honor of carrying it to an expecting though worthy soul.

The Derby Girls were putting on a roller skating show at the roller rink emceed by Will-He Peter and refereed by Rubbin' da Boy Wanker just up the street from the official on-on-on location, Big John's on Dairy Ashford. See if you recognize any of the Houston Hashers in the photo of the Derby Girls below

Hash Trash #1552

Hash #1552: Pooper Bowl 2008
Date: Feb 3, 2008
Hares: McPisser, Cums Anyway, NARC
Location Start: Westview and Blalock

H4's 2008 Pooper Bowl Hash #1552 was hared by the effervescent Cums Anyway along with live haring supplied by non-other than N.A.R.C. and the ever-svelte McPisser. It was a quick trail, punctuated by an early beer/water stop from the back of WillHePeter' s car, then on-on through the pastoral splendor of Spring Branch. The prediction for rain gave way to high humidity and the steamy 3-3.5 mile run was over soon enough to guarantee sufficient mayhem in the Reverend's bucolic backyard. Actually, multiple parties were going on simultaneously with the occasional spill over of the odd civilian. It was a great recipe for a party.

And speaking of recipes, Heart Ache became the main ingredient of a haggis "cook-off" as the proud recipient of this year's Pooper Bowl award. McPisser broke with the "sorta" tradition by not bestowing the honor to an opposite sex member (unless there are things about Heart Ache that are as yet undisclosed) , but I digress... Word is that at least one of the new boots appeared to be just a little horrified at the spectacle of Heart Ache being slathered in haggis ingredients. The worst haggis was yellow and in liquid form and poured directly over HA's head. HEAD! who...? The excitement made us hungry and fortunately. ..

A bountiful table was offered with to-die-for brisket, beans, trimmings AND the winning haggis, skillfully prepared by Grind Slut and cooked in the stomachs of a goat. Yum! Party lubrication for the sizable crowd was in the form of fine St. Arnolds amber as well as a keg of Lone Star, some wine, plus margaritas from somewhere in the front yard.

As the sky darkened, Half Moon's technical wizardry came into play with high-definition TV projecting some kind of sports event onto an amazingly good surface, probably a white sheet but it looked as good as any big screen TV in a bar. The stunning upset was inevitable with the passing of the St. Arnold keg and eventually the game ended too. It wasn't until the bitter end that your scribe learned of the trash writing task at hand. Otherwise he might have paid more attention. Sorry if I missed you.

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