Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, and those of you who thought
I'd forgotten, here's the lowdown on the festivities a couple Saturdays ago.

We gathered next to Franklin Field on the CU Campus, everyone but the
hares, who were unfashionably late.  The hares, BlowsHisOwnHorn and
WalkLikeAnErection, must have shared a premonition about what would
ensue on trail,  procrastinating terribly.  They finally loped off
toward campus, splitting in view of the pack without a DP.  Cum 

Silent, Hood and Deep sniffed around where they had seen BlowsHis drop a
powder, but discovered only an elaborate ruse, which drove them into a
frenzied shortcut due west.  The pack fanned out near Engineering and the
Business School, but generally made their way toward Law, from whence the
trail turned toward the Hill, and Two Holes' glorious snaring of WalkLike
just on the other side of Broadway.  This poor hare, shaken and shamed,
improvised the trail leading away from her snaring, which sent Hood and
Cum Silent up toward Chataqua, the rest of the pack using all of their
halfminds in choosing Dr D as the Moses to lead them to the Promised Land,
that being a butterscotch-schnapped-hot-chocolate check at JILA.  
Everyone collected themselves here, even ShitToBeThai'd and company, who
smelled something interesting at the bottom of a shaft in a parking
garage.  Cum Silent rejoined the group for the second half, which was laid
out in gridlike efficiency back on the Hill.  EagerGetsNoBeaver hurried
the hares this time, getting the technical snare before they could scrawl
a finish in the cemetary where the trail "petered" out, and all, save
Piggy, retired to the Hash House for down-downs.

Down-downs ensued, minus 5 wankers who couldn't be bothered to sing and
drink good, cheap beer (BFHHH loves its Shangri-La).  Sungs were sung,
insults were traded, a pool table was soiled, and something long and
fishy performed a seductive dance near the couch in the corner.  Piggy
eventually showed, bringing us to minus 4, and chugging vaporized brew
through his inhaler.  No namings, one virgin, one visitor from Corpus
Christi (hoo-ah, or the marine equivalent).

Next hash, as already indicated by the calendar, is this coming
Saturday, 2pm, in Broomfield, starting at Cum Silent's apartment. 
Details on the egroups.com/bfhhh site, or wait until Friday's mailing.

On-on,
Deep