Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, here's a recap of Friday's
festivities.

We gathered at Tantra Park in Boulder on a cool and windy evening.  The
hounds were abuzz with anticipation.  Who would draw the Shit?  Who
would draw the Hare?  Who would tie the first one on, while waiting for
Deep and Cummy to show up with the straws?  Short answers: Shaven, Deep
and the Beav.  Deep grabbed his "sack" and "lumber"ed off toward the
disc golf course, which he hinted at with a DP before ducking into a
sort of aquaduct and "head"ing westward.  After "snake"ing around in the
neighbor"hood" (yes, I'll stop that now), he came across (just in time)
a burdened Shaven, who nimbly scooted up to apply the tag.  She dumped
the Shit on Deep and scampered off to lay a trail across Deep's route,
then eastward into the condos around Tantra.  A number of turnonpowders
and convolutions later, Blowsis gave the stiff arm to the Beav and
grabbed Shaven's sack, much to her surprise, I'm sure.  Shaven and Deep
were then accosted by some armchair hares on their patio, who seemed a
bit baffled that there was a bag of powder at the end of the pack rather
than at the beginning.  We tried to explain, but he exclaimed, "I know!
I've laid trail before! (You eee-diots!)" and turned back to his paper. 
This surreal episode passed but not forgotton, the shaken DFLs sniffed
out several TOPs to lead a charge across Table Mesa into what Cummy
would later describe as "The Escher".  She also arrived at the Escher
later than the rest of us, but that's a story for another time.  The
Beav used what little savvy he could muster to skirt the premises, while
the rest of the pack were content to watch Shaven and Deep explore the
second and third stories of the apartment building, following them from
the jungle floor like true Flatlanders.  We discovered Blowsis on the
back side and supplied him with the Shit, which he put to good use,
turning the trail north and then across the backyard of some friends of
his.  Deep skirted the yard, returning to Table Mesa, where he nailed
the Beav, who had recently taken over the haring from Blowsis.  Deep
took his entire head start to get across Table Mesa, then hid by a
vacant DP behind a van on a side street.  Blowsis, typically, sauntered
right on past, at which point Deep sprung from his hiding place to
self-tag himself at Staben (unnamed)'s expense.  Staben (unnamed) then
took the trail within a block of the finish, at which point the pack
stoicly and somewhat miraculously eschewed the finish for more trail. 
Well, everyone but Deep, who made his way to his truck and popped open a
cold one.  The car-hashing S2BT'd managed to steal Staben (unnamed)'s
bag, then led a romp over Deep's original trail, where he was snagged by
the Beav.  The Beav laid a terrific TOP that noone found, though he did
succeed in sending Blowsis up a hill, which was the highlight of the
trail.  Deep watched with amusement from the finish as the Beav arrived
and the pack wandered a mere hundred yards away.  When they finally came
to their senses, the pack retired to Hash House I, where down-downs were
conducted.

Down-downs were raucous.  In between Staben (unnamed)'s and Blowsis'
yapping, we sang some songs, and we managed to get in a renaming, at the
hound's request.  The hound formerly known as Shaven, Not Stripped shall
now be referred to as Stripped, Not Shaven.  We have reserved the right
to rename her again in the future.  Possibly at every hash.

Next hash is this coming Friday at 6pm, hared by Deep and Shit.  This is
Shit's first official haring, and the trail is sweet (the sort only a
hare could love?), so don't miss it.

On-on,
Deep