Flatlander wankers,

For those of you who couldn't be bothered to show up,
because, say, you were busy "shopping" for two hashes in a
row, here's a recap of the Winter Solstice festivities.

10 halfminds gathered at Columbine Elementary in Boulder. 
Two of them took off in a northerly direction, leaving
powders strewn liberally behind them, and the rest of the
pack took off nonchalantly some time later.  Little Head
dined on the typical Shit and Chacockqua symbol-fest,
discovering both YBFs, while Deep and Half-Cocked bemusedly
noted the evolution of virgin Nino (unnamed)'s pack arrow
from the back of the pack.  Spermes front-ran like a
bastard, and Art'O'Choke, Laurie (unnamed) and Lubed'N'Ready
rounded out the ragtag posse.  The trail delved into some
shockingly virgin Flatlander territory in north central
Boulder, and the twisting, engaging nature of the trail, the
taunting from the top of the hill by Norwood and 19th, the
enthusiasm of the virgins, the "400 meter" TT arrow, and the
60 degree temps made for a pleasant last hash of 2002. 
Down-downs eventually ensued at the Elks Club.

Deep and Half-Cocked drank for a clever if questionable
shortcut.  Nino (unnamed) drank for his wide-eyed zeal. 
Spermes drank for defiling his body.  And Chacockqua drank
what someone told him was Irish Whiskey, but the rest of us
pointed out repeatedly was just Irish Cream.  Halfminds. 
Half-Cocked walked away with the award once more, and the
hash was put to rest.

On-afters continued at the Lazy Dog, where 5 hard-core
drinkers plowed through numerous pitchers and got into the
CU spirit.  I guess.

Next hash is a week from tomorrow.  Come out and support a
fine trail.  Stave off that winter sloth.

On-on,
Deep