Flatlanders, For those who you who weren't even there, especially those that said you'd be but weren't, here's a recap of last Friday's festivities. Nine someodd halfminds gathered at the East Boulder Rec in, surprisingly, East Boulder and drew straws. Cum Silent worked his magic and pulled red, while Hairy Rim was rewarded with the Shit for resupply. CSCD took off around the sandpits and playground into deep shiggy, where the pack eventually picked up his foul scent and tracked him toward Burbank. The mud sucked some (shining white new) sneakers off, but the hounds persevered, and found pavement again in the form of Manhattan Dr, where the trail turned southward. S2BT'd had a field day, falling into every trap with uncommon zeal, while Hairy Rim and Deep brought up the rear with appropiate discussion thereof. Two more turns and the pack found itself in view of the Rec again, and eventually in view of the powderless hare on the other side of the pond. Repowdered, CSCD sprung past the start and across a bridge into more shiggy, where he lost all but a determined Dan (unnamed) with a TOP across the creek. Dan navigated a maze of channels while Deep and Freudian backtracked. Despite a hare-sighting, CSCD managed to make it to the finish by neglecting half a bag a powder, and the rest of the pack straggled in. Down-downs ensued on a pleasant streambank, where all of the hare were made to drink excessively for being so selfish. Cummy and Deep christened their sparkling new tennies, while Big Jim Slade (unnamed) and Dan (unnamed) made valiant efforts to contribute to out of tune and raucous renditions of old favorites. Dr D was welcomed back in customary fashion as we polished off a pig of Tommyknocker. On-afters continued at Dan (unnamed)'s place, where age old discussions were reignited by a lethal combination of pizza, booze and oregano. Next hash will be hared by Blowsis and the Beav, a week from Friday. We'll be having an organizational meeting for shortcutters 20 minutes before hash time. On-on, Deep