Wanks,

A great time had by all who attended the 3rd Annual RH3/LVH3 interhash.  Pics are up http://lvh3.com/v-web/gallery/album55?page=1

And below is my recollection. 
 
“I don’t kick asses, I save them” (Nice Nuggets)

Well, the curse of the “69” has been lifted.  No swat/hazmat teams or broken limbs (or relationships) this year for World Hash Day, just a hell of a good time, as two of PA’s finest B-List City Kennels got together for our third annual interhash.  It is always great when people come together, and even more so if they are hashers.  Indeed, nearly 60 wankers from around the state and beyond (probably equal parts RH3/LVH3 and Visitor) chose to come to this momentous hash, held deep in the hinterlands of Kootztun PA.  Visitors came from H5, Philly, BFM and DC to meet up with “northern PA” half-minds to run a little trail, share a joke or a song (more on that later) and stomp a little shiggy.  The weather cooperated, with a low-humidity but very sunny 85 degrees or so on tap for the r*n. 

As both hashes are typically late starting, it wasn’t until after 3:30 that we circled up to welcome the lone virgin and do a little chalk-talk.  While I missed the first check because of laying this hash Reading Style (as in straight through and not stopping at each check), from what I gathered, this was a quick pack today.  In fact, I assumed I’d have plenty of time to get through trail and back to the second BC (even anticipated having to wait around), but that was not the case, as 20 or so of the pack were already there when I arrived.  The first two legs of trail took the pack through the woods, through the campus, a little more shiggy, a cemetery, a BC in an alley, on through a baseball field, past a bear, down a long alley, through another cemetery, across a creek, across a street, over railroad tracks, to the second BC.  Here we spoke with neighbor Bill, refueled, and left on leg three, a shortish leg that attempted to trap the FRB’s a bit and bring the pack to the last check together.  This worked relatively well, and most of the pack made it in for a long shady check, enjoying both the golden nectar and the “Hibiscus Punch” still making rounds from Faking It’s hash a few weeks ago.

Last leg involved another water crossing (no complaints on this today) and an uphill climb back to the starting spot for more refreshments (great Amish soft pretzels) and a lively circle.  New RA F-Nana led the raucous pack through hares, virgins, visitors, and missing hashers, where each had to offer an excuse as to why they didn’t come the last time.   Some hashers chose to tell the truth (“I’m pathetic, lazy, etc”) while others conjured up elaborate stories about extreme family obligations, health conditions, etc.  Anyway, all took their medicine, and it was on to accusations.  Tech on trail, Nerd Names, Type A, and others.  My own personal highlights of this religion included F-Nana’s dutchie adaptation of “one skin” (….to hisss niece) and his QNL rap.  The pack responded with mixed reviews, however, with some cheering wildly, and some offering a “white man rapping” accusation.  The RA deftly replied with “haven’t you seen 8-mile?” and proffered a ruling of “False Accusation” and that was that.

A little blessing, a little swing-low, a little garbage pick-up, and on-on to Shorty’s for the après.  This was a hell of a time too, replete with one-dollar craft brews, flip-cup tournaments, and plenty of grub.  After a few hours of this, a motion was made for an on-on-on at Valentino’s for some hops-addled Karaoke.  Ah, yes, the staple endeavor of the half-mind.  Well, I have to say, in all my years of hash karaoke, last night’s session about took the cake.

As Just Ali and I entered Valentino’s (the firs of our kind to arrive), we knew it was on.  This place was one of those serious karaoke venues, where people fantasize about their music careers, while bellowing Elton John or Reba Macintyre.   My first words to JA were “This is going to get ugly, real fast” and, it did.  My only regret is that Tour de Puke was not here to start with “man I feel like a woman”.  The BFM girls kicked it off with Nuggets and C*nting Season respectively bringing down the house, successfully turning this quiet little karaoke bar into the Delta House.  From that point forward, hashers took the stage with reckless abandon, offering hackneyed versions of Sweet Caroline, and the like, with tons of audience participation.  A true stand out, though was Succubus and Ali’s “Touch Myself”.  My feeble writing can’t share the energy, passion and flat out shock that swept across that room as Succubus screamed out “I want to touch you too!”.  Truly a moment of hash lore.

Well, at about 11ish I pulled out, leaving about 15 half-minds behind to entertain and amuse the civilians not yet scared away.  All in all, a great day.  Thanks to Reading and LVH3 for coming out strong, and to our many visitors too.  According to the mustard, we’ll be in New Reingold next year.  Should be a blast.

On-On and On-Out,

QNL

Thanks to all that participated today!

Reading turn out was AWESOME! Thanks RH3 for your support today! Thanks QNL for a truly shitty trail, & on on to the next Interhash!

Loved F Nana & his white man rap, OMG!, & Princess did a down down, which she said she never does! Ohhh yeah, & I finished my double down down, before Peed By Me, so our bet was, that she is returned to Reading..... Haha. Mangina- don't forget who the COOL group is! We really enjoyed your company & camera flash.....Just Lays There- Next time we roll down the hill, no knees in my crotch, but I so did enjoy it!

Isn't it fun to be kids again folks?

Great time had by all, & can't wait till next year! Anyone with hash trash- PLEASE send out soon!

Hugz~
A.N.G.E.L.

PS- Thanks Big Rig, Marley is passed out & we nearly had to carry him in........