Hashers,

For those of you who conveniently got "sick", here's a recap of the
festivities which took place Friday evening, August the 4th, exaggerated
and fabricated for your enjoyment:

The pack gathered at NCAR with its usual attitude toward timeliness.  We
drained a few on-befores as the hares, Mt Hood and Bush Router,
gradually got their act together and set off with the now-common
technique of starting with a DP.  The pack split, and naturally Deep
took the downhill fork, accompanied by the usual band of shortcutting
incorrigables and faithless deadreckoners, while Dr. D led the true blue
trail clearers upwardly.  The two groups had just begun to move at a
slightly faster pace when group 2 returned from the bad upward trail to
meet group 1 returning from an obviously run-through downhill CB.  The
timing was perfect and the hounds cursed loudly as the pack reunited at
a map back through the bad trail and down the entrance road to NCAR. 
Two Holes could not bear the obvious run-through and so rolled himself
down the prairie, while Deep and Eatballs, tempted painfully,
compromised by heading straight across the curve of the entrance road,
through mule-deer-infested neck-high reeds.  Down just a hundred meters
or so from where Deep rejoined the road, he and Is It In spied Dr. D and
Andy (unnamed) another hundred meters straight down and off the road to
the left, drooling over a DP, and Deep joined them.  Naturally, they
headed downhill, and shortly after spotted OD (unnamed), Jess (unnamed)
and Two Holes sniffing around ahead of them.  The trail jumped into a
neighborhood shortly after, and wound through a myriad of bike paths
down past NOAA to Broadway, inexorably downhill.  Neil (unnamed), Brad
(unnamed) and Stu (unnamed) helped seek a map as the trail fizzled out,
and when OD (unnamed) found it, the pack yelped and took off again.  Dr.
D, Deep and Joe (unnamed) took pride in the approximately 182 on-map
arrows they placed for the stragglers, which were scrawled all over the
area from Broadway and Dartmouth to 36th to Table Mesa, back to
Broadway, north again and up an alley, south, west to Yale and south to
Mt Hood's house, the logical spot for a beer check.  The entire area was
mapped due to poor flour management on the part of the hares, and they
drank for it.  Eatballs and Pinko had visited Mt Hood's house on a wild
shortcut, but abandoned it because they made it there before the hares -
a narrowly avoided snare.  After Sir Humpsalot blessed the neighbor's
yard, the hares set out on the second part of the trail, as light was
fading.  Eatballs guessed again where they were headed and took off for
the Rec Center, while the rest of the pack were foolish and followed
trail.  It was too dark to see what happened the rest of the way, but
the pack split up nicely around the Rec Center, only to fall back into
formation on the strength of the frbs' whistle cries and the pack arrows
of the not-quite-frbs.  The trail wound itself up behind Southern Hills
Middle School, where much drinking and singing ensued.

Down-downs were a bit of a struggle without our Bastard of Ceremonies to
lead us, but we managed to meld our 18 half-minds into about 9 whole
minds, and so, put it together just fine.  Highlights include mumbling
all the lyrics to "Here's to the Virgins" from "Here's to ..." to "...
the other way!" and Two Holes taking himself out of it with hilarity
sparked by "A woman came in for a kielbasa...", requiring the pack to
save him.  The award was passed from Eatballs to OD (unnamed) for
pissing on his knees (while on his knees?) and various assorted
sundries, and he made good use of the vessel, singlehandedly exhausting
our limited (ok, 3 cases) but tasty (no cans?!) supply of booze.  There
was one naming to note:  The quartermind formerly known as OD (unnamed)
will now be referred to as "Blows His Own Horn".  Congratulations,
Blows.  One final note:  The Hash Mismanagement will be instituting a
new award effective immediately.  The new award will be known as the
"Homer J. Fong" award, and will be awarded to the next hasher questioned
by a cop or pseudo-cop security guard.  This comes with the rash of such
questionings which have taken place the last two hash events, the first
of Cum Silent and Deep by CU Security at WillVille, the second of Two
Holes by some little NCAR car (an N-car?) which had been waiting
patiently all evening by a small pile of beer bottles resting on Two
Holes' vehicle.

BFHHH #13 will take place the Friday after next, and will be hared by
Freudian Slut and Puss in Boots, location TBA.  We will be moving to a
weekend schedule probably the first hash after Labor Day, and until
then, we'll make sure the hares get us started close to the designated
time to take advantage of daylight.  Really.  Also, there's talk of a
"camping hash", which would involve, well, camping, and at least 2
trails, sometime around the end of September.  We'll keep you posted.

On-on,
Deep