MP^3 (Linda) convinced me to go to the OTH Hash this weekend... seducing me with thoughts of a certain female Cop-killa. Apparently she was haring with Mother Pucker and then having a nice little bash over at their House (ON-ON). Indeed, I had plenty of chips with incredible home-made dips, followed by bratwurst, patato salid and a jalapeno popper. Good food and my kinda company (hashers). It's been so long since I hashed with So Happy that following the trail wasn't quite as easy as I recalled. At times their wasn't flour for 100+ feet! Not to mention I was all alone, seeing as I showed up after the wankers took off. I eventually caught up with the walker's on the family trail... and even made it On-In before a few other hashers.
Still I made it to the end... and to the food - despite all the horrendous hills they had me running on. The weirdest part of the evening came when Ogre got out of the hot tub and stripped down to his nads to get into some dry clothes. Ewww.... I'm blind. For those that don't know, A** Ogre is like Vegas Steve on Crack (except of course he get's more in the end).
Finally on the way back to my car, one of the new hashers (un-named marine-chick) pointed out how cool my shirt was... Thanks Sweetie! My shirt said: "Help Wanted. Many positions available. Start Right Away!"
On the way back to the house I stopped by my new house and snapped a few photo's of it. I got the email last week saying that the framing was going on; and here it is:
posted @ Sunday, September 25, 2005 5:45 PM