Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, here's what transpired this
past Friday evening.

The pack gathered in front of Moe's Broadway Bagels in N Boulder.  The
hares, Deep and Shit, took off in more or less timely fashion, to the NW
around the end of Ideal Market.  The trail snaked behind, then around,
then S past Casey Middle School to a DP, where John (unnamed) took a
short bad trail to the W.  After shaking Adam (unnamed), who had
evidently chosen to team up with him, John (unnamed) bolted to his
waiting bag near 9th and Portland and kindly laid a section of trail for
the hares.  Meanwhile, TT turned to the SE behind the school toward a
cut in a chain-link fence, where Blowsis proudly incurred his first
hashing injury - a deep incision in his upper arm from a sharp bit of
fence.  The pack dodged a rabid band of local dropouts and navigated
their way to the S and the massive DP at Pine.  Yes, there was a hill. 
Apologies.  At this point, a group of FRBs consisting of Blowsis, Adam
(unnamed) and Chad (unnamed) chose to follow Deep's CB 30, at the end of
which they were treated to a pleasant dumping.  Deep enjoyed a merry
stroll at the back of what pack he could find for the remainder of
trail.  Deep caught up with the SCB Cum Silent and a number of confused
hounds, including Sinbad, Staben (unnamed) and Allison (unnamed), 30
powders back, and proceeded W in their wake.  Cum Silent eschewed the
obvious TOP into the first parking garage to stumble blindly upon the
waving arms of a hound at the base of the 2nd, just across Broadway on
Spruce.  A heroic effort by Cock Gobbler cleared the many floors of
powder to a 2nd map, which directed the straggling pack toward 9th and
Spruce.  Deep brought up the rear, so to speak, and enjoyed the chalk
musings of the pack which had suffered before him.  Such comments as
"Too Many Hills" and "Eat Shit and Die, You Dumb Fucking Shit For Brains
Hare Bastards" were appreciated and savored, and the pack arrow
belonging to Cummy Pinko was noted.  At the top of Mapleton hill on 8th,
Deep apologized once again for the hill, and pressed on in the company
of Allison (unnamed) and Staben (unnamed), who led him toward 9th and
Portland, then Dewey, then roughly W to an intersection with 4th.  At
this point, the trio encountered perennial FRBs Hood and Blowsis, who
had been partially fucked twice, or four times between them, perhaps. 
The pack made the final assault up a hill behind the old Sanitarium. 
More apologies.  Some crawled, some cried, but in the end, they reached
their nectar, and drooled over an assortment of fine brews, the likes of
which we can still evidently afford despite the collapse of the
Shangri-La.  After a few minutes of gorging, Cummy Pinko and Sir
Humpsalot arrived, in a fine mood, having shortcut ahead of the FRBs
only to suffer the slings and arrows of Hood and Blowsis' partially
completed fuckings.  On the way back to shag the shag wagon, Shit and
Deep encountered Cum Silent, who had characteristically made the finish
despite encountering very little powder.

Upon Shit and Deep's return, down-downs ensued next to, then inside, the
stone shelter tucked into the bottom of open space behind the
Sanitarium.  The view down on the shopping center at the start was
pleasant, though the hares were frequently reminded of the elevation
gain this implied.  The weather was warm, the beer cold and the singing
brutal on the ears.  The award was graciously accepted by Deep for
stuff.  An ice block was brought out later on for some numbcheeks action
by Cum Silent and Blowsis.  Sinbad serenaded us with new old material,
while Sizzlean and Chad had their own party, to frequent Guerilla
nominations.  There was one naming to note.  Staben (unnamed) now
gleefully answers to "Port Of Entry", for reasons I can't begin to
remember.  On-afters continued at Hash House I, where nothing happened. 
Nothing at all...

Next hash is a week from Friday in Westminster, hared by Cum "7 Mile
Trail" Silent and Freudian "Several Large Hills" Slut.

On-on,
Deep