Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, here's a recap of the
festivities 3 Fridays ago.

The pack gathered in Longmont in an industrial area.  Due to a cooler
snafu, the beer and its custodian were late to the start, even by hash
standards.  The beer did not find any ice at the start, nor
non-alcoholic companions, so Blowsis, the Beav, Shit and perhaps others
attended to the nectar while the rest of the pack set out in search of
hare-droppings.  Droppings were found, some in new and fantastical new
shapes, included the wondrous orthogonal-bad-trail-waffle, which was
later rejected by consensus.  The trail snaked through the industrial
area, across railroad tracts and through a trailer park - the cream of
Longmont, one might say - finally hopping a creek onto a pleasant bike
path.  A few SCBs found their way to the finish nearby in short order,
while the rest of the pack took only slightly longer.  The finish was
only a scant 2+ miles from the start along TT, much less as the beer
bottles fly.

Down-downs commenced, and songs were sung.  Two Holes bitched a little,
but we plied him with beer.  Canines ravaged the circle.  One was
named.  The car-loving hashing hound formerly known as "Shaft" - that's
his nerd name - now ignores you when you call him "Sir Piston", a la Sir
Tristan of the round table, for anyone who cares.

On-afters proceded with a small but boisterous group of hardcore
drinkers at the abode of Jizz Whiz.

On-on,
Deep