Post date: Nov 5, 2013 7:38:43 PM
Gag 'em and Trorjan Whore were our hares for the day, and they laid down a nice and easy old-timey trail. 3 miles, A-to-B, no fancy business. Probably for the best as we had a bunch of visitors, and like your uncle getting so drunk he pisses himself at Thanksgiving, high profile fuckups we're known for (mostly thanks to me) aren't that funny if it's your first time at the table.
Anyway, we had Cock Master and Commander from the Highland Hash House of NE NJ, which I was heretofore unaware existed, Yellow Subway Stream and (something-or-other) from North Carolina, and Cockzilla (?) from Tanzania. By the time I showed up to the pre-lube at the Village Pourhouse, located in the heart of the west village at 109th and Amsterdam, I-feel already had them decked out knee to toe in some extremely patriotic socks from is bottomless bag of haberdashery.
Trail set out to the north, then over into Morningside, by which point I'd lost the pack and wouldn't see them again until the greenmarket at Manhattan and 110th, where we promptly ran over a which way and had to backtrack for about 4 blocks. Eventually we found our way into Central Park's North Woods, home to the friendliest crackheads in the city, at which point I again lost the pack and caught up with them heading south near 100th.
A few checks were all we needed to realize that trail was definitely heading south and hugging the west wall, so we pretty much just bombed overland, disregarding trail - hash and/or pedestrian - until we came to the exit around 86th. Just Kimmee (sp?) was leading the pack, leading us right past the turnoff through a pocket park, and all the way to the corner where trail swung back around, though we didn't see it, and were thus double fucked. Eventually we passed the Sturgeon King of the upper West Side and into the on-in at Soldier McGee's.
As our usual misman were all indisposed, I ended up doing circle. Little bit rusty, but we hit all the main bases. Just Kimmee drank for being FRB, and congrats to her for being the rare FRB/FBI twofer. Our vistors drank after singing "as I was walking through the park" - one of the first times in recent memory the visitors actually came with a song NYC doesn't sing often. Cookie Puss escaped justice for nearly trampling a kid at the cathedral on 110th, and I-feel, the only member of the hash to be detained on suspicion of chopping a kid up and dumping him in the woods, somehow got a pass on showing up with a kids half finished homework in his hand.
Next up was the naming of Just Nicole. Doggy got us started by suggesting "Has to Be Wet" since she was seen frenching her garmin to give it a nice electrical contact. After a few iterations of that "Used To be Wet", "Wet to be Used" "Lick it & Stick It", we decided to question her to see if she could come up with any good stories. A veiled reference to rubbing one out on a window sill got "WindXXX-rated" and her general non-forthcomingness about her most embarrassing moments gave us "Nothing Comes Up". It was put to a quick vote, and Nicole got caked as "Wet To Be Used" I'd congratulate her, but she got re-named six days later by GGFM. "Terminally Anal" is I think what they settled on.
After that, it was the usual drunkenness. Actual memories: I busted out push-hands, which surprisingly didn't get us thrown out, Cockmaster and Commander mentioned Highland does a big "cold as balls" hash in January (link to their website is on the CUNTHHH page), and that's about it.
Just Katie is haring this weekend, 3pm Saturday, with the start @ The Piper's Kilt at 207th and Broadway, the A or (I think) the 1 will get you there.
The Columbia University New Traditional Hash House Harriers See You Next Tuesday Hash House Happy Hour (or CUNTHHH CUNTHHH for short) will be at the 1020 bar on 110th and Amsterdam TONIGHT! starting around 7pm (although the actual bar happy hour ends then, so you may want to show up a *bit* early if you're on a budget. Either way it's a cheap, fun divebar.
C U There!
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