Reading #665

Sunday November 12th 2006

ONON: JoJo's Pizza, Birdsboro PA

 

As I perused the Weather Channel Sunday morning I thought, geez, I wonder how many people will show up for a Reading Hash today, it would be nice to visit them again as i haven't in quite awhile. Well, welcome to the sausage hash! After receiving directions to move all of our vehicles out of the parking lot and onto the grass outside Jo Jo's Pizza in beautiful downtown Birdsboro, yeah, business was so booming that we had to make space for the three cars that greeted us upon our final arrival at the on-in, our hare for the day, Lick My Trunk gave us a quick chalk talk and set out laying his trail noting the fact that it was a Pubcrawl and that we should bring $ with us. What's the $7 hash cash for was heard from the pack of 7 wankers who showed up on this damp, dismal day for the Reading Hash House Harriers 665th trail.

 

The first leg was very short, with an unexpected beer check (warm mind you) hidden in some ruins down by the river. Returning to remove the remains of the check was deemed unnecessary as the empties were tossed into the pile of trash that adorned our popular, but secluded site.

With temperatures and humidity approaching the slight discomfort level the pack lingered long enough to attempt to increase our body heat with a warm beverage and then continued on trail.

The second leg took us from light shiggy into a variety of neighborhoods complete with copious altitude changes and skirted the cemetary where the guy who murdered and dismembered his brother was apprehended. Maybe he was a transplant from that nearby "city of brotherly love"!? At this point the pack began to get seperated as we searched in vain for that very desireable first pub.

What was the name of that place, anyway? And the bartender who looked so good while behind the bar but shocked the pack with that bodacious rearend she was sporting! Either way, we finally found the pub and enjoyed several pitchers of pre-paid beer left behind by our intrepid hare, who, not wanting to get caught, had left the scene prior to our arrival. He did leave behind a sealed envelope which Flaming Asshole tore in half to reveal a map we had to repiece together in order to understand the hare's directions for leg #3. In the meantime, Fart Conner had located the true trail arrow left behind while finding a place to tie up Delia his four legged hashing companion. Good thing, too, because we had not oriented the map due to the missing north seeking arrow and were headed off in the wrong direction...

 

We then followed the old railroad track line that had been converted into a walking path, complete with a gravemarker for Wilson, someone's pet buried along the trail. The pack eventually found its way to existing railroad tracks and, hooking a hard left away from town, to the finish. One of the great things about hashing is how EZ it is to go from FRB to DFL. One of our visitors, Grabbag, who, by the way, is writing this trash for Reading, did exacly that. Was FRB to the pub but DFL to the finish. Notice I typed the pub, not any mention of pubS. The trail was advertised as a pub crawl but no one in the pack realized how serious the hare was when he said it was a pub crawl. In that we only stopped at one pub... But, unlike the first beer check, the hare had included a cooler with ice so nice, cold beverages were consumed and the circle began. Down-downs for the hare's CUTE trail, visitors, and I don't really recall what else were held and once the beer was consumed, the pack headed towards the on after at Jo Jo's pizza. As we were moving towards the finish mine eyes noticed a runner coming our way, and this one had breasts! Horn of Plenty had an earlier committment and started well after the rest of us (those people left here about a half hour ago she heard from patrons at the pub) but being the veteran hasher she is, she found us. We were no longer the sausage hash. For those of you who are wondering what I mean by that, it was an all male hash until her belated, but welcome, arrival.

 

Warmth and pizzas greeted us as we went into the bar area (avoiding a couple of families who might not appreciate us in the dining room) as the final stage of hashing began, the on after. So, the 665th running of the Reading Hash House Harriers was over, the trail included the prerequisite railroad tracks, streams, cemetaries, hills and a pub for the advertised "pub crawl". Truly a shitty hash!

GRAB BAG, Jersey Gypsies HHH