Hashers,

In case you weren't even there, here's a recap of Friday night's
festivities.

The pack gathered in the parking lot next to Folsom Field at hash time,
which closely resembled real time for once.  Given the sordid past of
the evening's hares, it was not surprising.  The hares bolted, laying
easy powder to the engineering parking garage, where a turn-on-powder
(TOP) nearly stymied the hapless hounds before they eventually sniffed
out the requisite and time-honored parking garage map at the top. 
Meanwhile, Mt Hood circled over toward the Coors Event Center,
unwittingly wandering within 20 meters of true trail (TT) there, and two
hares preparing a taunt-dance.  The pack regrouped, then sniffed out
powders along the oft-used Law School route, down to Baseline, then over
to 30th and Aurora.  This classic terrain led to a TOP into a ditch
filled with ankle-deep cess, which several tried, and failed, to avoid. 
The ditch led generally northeast for approximately a block, then trail
popped up and over and across another ditch, making its way toward the
revered Colorado underpass, employed in BFHHH #1.  The FRBs sniffed out
TT around the northeast corner of the business park while the rest of
the pack shortcut across a burr-infested meadow to a final crossing of
Boulder Creek just south of Arapahoe, and the finish.  Total trail
length:  under 5 miles.  The wounds caused by the Solstice Hash have not
healed.

Down-downs ensued, as they are want to.  Deep stepped in as Bastard of
Ceremonies for Cum Silent, who has been called up to guard airports on
the western slope.  Songs were sung, some badly, and beers were consumed
in a most perplexing fashion - there were numerous drunken halfminds in
the circle, yet plenty of brew left over when all was said and done, and
I mean done.  Is this an indictment of the atrophied tolerance of our
Colorado hashers, or a compliment to the Flatlander beermeisters? 
Empirical studies have been commissioned.  There were no namings to note
and no shitstud, but the Homer J Fong was reserved for Chacockua for
leaving Shit to deal with Campus Security while the pack closed in.  We
know where it is, Walk Like...

On-afters proceeded once again at Two Holes' place in Louisville.  We
tried but failed to crack the puzzle of the bottomless beer cooler.

Next hash will be a week from Friday, pickup format, details
forthcoming.

On-on,
Deep