10 31 1419
Hash Hotline: (562) HASHITT
November 7, 2010
Day of the Dead-bacle Back in April, Stick Bite had agreed to hare a Long Beach trail, but he had an educational commitment that he could not get out of in time. A month or so ago, he let me know that since he had “no class,” he was now available to hare LBH3. How perfectly he fits in with our group… no class! My apologies that you have to endure yet another writeup from me. It’s not like Hi Speed has been saying… that I’m trying to start another streak of haring/scribing every run, though I don’t mind doing it. Unfortunately, the Long Beach kennel only has about 24 literate people, but 20 of them were in Vegas (Hole Blowout, I think it’s your turn soon!), 1 didn’t bother to come to the trail, and Sosumi’s secretary is on vacation. That leaves me… well, and Special Head (but she said at the start that she might have to leave 5 minutes into the trail). Because of the above-mentioned Vegas event, there was a somewhat smaller pack, including two Hash Flashes, a GM-slashBeermeister (and a former (Head & Shoulders) BM) and a retired GM (Just Say No to Crack). A few of the pack were in costume, including RTD dressed as… something, Crack and Heinekey… as the Texan jetskiing couple and beheaded Policia…something, and Necrofishiac… as a middle-aged Harry Potter. A few cute harriettes had dresses on, including Venus, Low Beams, Hash Harlot and Snatch of the Day (I think she was Hermione Granger in a fairy costume.). I had the thoroughly convincing costume of “Trail Runner.” (In retrospect, I should have filled my two water bottles with beer ‘cuz I could have used the liquid.) For hare lies, Stick Bite let us know that the trail would commemorate the “Dia de Sus Muertes,” be 6 miles long, full of shiggy, and no beer checks. The few hashers that knew Spanish, including Hard Drive, Oh Enema and Achey decided that they might as well stay at the start-slash-finish where the beer was, while the rest of us idiots blithely believed that the hare might be lying about the no beer checks and the trail length. We started out zigzagging up and down some streets. After about 5 minutes of light jogging, Just Dulce and myself opted to walk most of the rest of the trail (also because both of us had raced the Cancer Challenge 10K a few hours earlier). After about an hour, we reached the first pile of shiggy, which Retracted pointed out to me as “the original route of the Underground Railroad, whose conductor was my buddy Harriet Tubman.” He also mentioned a shortcut, but being hale and healthy, Dulce, Undercover, Fruit and I declined (wanting to do the whole trail).
Hash Website:www.lbh3.org
The trail markings were very sparse (I think Stick Bite is embracing his unemployment a bit too much. Flour isn’t THAT expensive!), especially when we were running through this big park. You just had to follow the arrows onto the grass and hope that you popped out where the trail continued. Fortunately, we used the visual of Harlot’s bouffant wig and Fruit’s incessant whistling to show us the way. Since we are now at what the survivors would term “The middle of LBH3 Trail #1419-2,” I now bring you another episode of “Silly Tales from Trail.” In the aforementioned difficult-to-follow marks through the park, Fruit was running around like a madman and shouting “Looking” to no one in particular (though Necro was in the area). A lady came and asked him if he was OK, and he said, “I am looking for Trail.” (Apparently, some overzealous parkgoers wiped away trail.) Same lady approached the little wizard and asked if Fruit was OK. Necro replied that Fruit was, and the lady was left thinking that Fruit was a strange old man who was desperately looking for his dog named “Trail.” We continued further on trail, with Undercover calling out various milestones that we had reached and also theorizing how far we were from getting back to the start, or, if it might be worthwhile to go back (GPS reading was 5.5 miles at this point, and his best guess was that we might be as far out as we could go!). Behind us, we later learned that Special Head didn’t have to leave early and got to ‘run’ her first trail in a while. Beaver Bam Bam Balls went hunting for a liquor store (needing to rehydrate with some Gatorade). Hozer offered to buy Dr. Mikey a beer at the next bar they passed, and Mikey said No. (For the record, I don’t think we went by any bars… well, other than Bent Penis’ house, a half-mile from the start, with a Sierra Nevada kegerator chilled to the proper temperature.) By now, most of us had found Trail 1419-3. Poor Dulce. She has only done 2 LBH3 trails – the October 17 run, which was less than 2 miles long, and today’s trail, which was… more than 2 miles long. Dulce and I said that if the trail was 6.9 miles, we would have each run a half marathon today. But Undercover let us know that we were a few tenths away from 8 miles! We finally figured out where we were, in terms of distance to the end. We had not seen another hasher for over an hour, and figured we were just a couple of blocks from the end… and then realized that we still had half a mile to a freeway undercrossing and then some distance back to the start. The miles continued to tick up… EIGHT… NINE…. At a distance of just over 9 miles, we saw a humorous chalk notation: “11:58 Hare Snare. Marquis de Sade” Of course, my watch said that it was 12:45pm. Still, have to appreciate the fact that Marquis was able to run down the hare in a mere hour and forty-three minutes. Three blocks later, we MADE IT IN!!! Even though there was a little animosity thrown the hare’s way, we were all joking that we better hurry up and do downdowns, because there was a 4-hour parking limit at the park, and those who had shown up at 10am, had been there 3 hours and 45 minutes! Stick Bite achieved the quad-fuckta: HASHITT, plus a down-down for all three trails.
The two dozen people that did all three trails mostly all spent down-downs sitting, and even Fruit didn’t have a hissy fit about it. You KNOW the trail was long when Fruit doesn’t yell about sitting in circle and even gives a hug to Kammona’s dog. The on-on continued at some shrimp restaurant, but I don’t think anybody went. Venus went to get her feet amputated. Stick Bite went to get his nails done for the West Hollywood Drag Parade. Wrectum went to watch football at a friend’s house in Redondo Beach (so I got to drive Passing Wind home… we were both so tired, that the drive was done in complete silence). Special Head went to rip her son’s softball coach a new one for cancelling the game and ‘allowing’ her to do trail. And I guess quite a few hashers headed over to the Hollywood Memorial Park to reserve gravesites in case Stick Bite ever lays a “Day of Our Death” trail again. On On, Pillsbury Blow Boy
LBH3 WEAKLY SNOOZE STATS Run Date: Hares: Place: Miles: 9.6 Returners:
ON ON: Run Notes:
Hashit:
10/31/2010 Run #: 1419 Stick Bite (Bites!) Miles: 9.6 Stoner Park, LA Attendance: 30-ish Hash Harlot, Dr. Mikey, Heinekey, Just Say No to Crack, Retracted, Spankee Yankee, Marquis de Sade, Bent Penis Shrimp place LA neighborhoods-no beer checks, no bars; long-ass trail, still no beer check, lots of pavement, some railroad tracks, through park with no drinking fountains, no bathroom-and no beer check! Stick Bite (Bites!)-for the long-ass trail with no beer checks!
» Date 11-21 11-28 12-5 12-12 12-19 12-26
Run # 1422 1423 1424 1425 1426 1427
Receding Hareline
Hares Passing Wind & Hard in the Saddle Jock & Pack My Chute Last Train & Achey Breaky Fart Dickoreater Take a #, her Daughters and Poor Aim Sin D Bare
Comments Thanksgiving Weekend Blonde Run Santa's Escape from LA
Location TBA Long Beach Costa Mesa TBA TBA TBA
REHASH: THIS DATE IN HASH HISTORY Run # 857 Date: 11/5/2000 (10 year ago) Place: Montecito Heights Hares: DARKTANYON, MAGIC USER, BUTTSY ROSS Miles: 6 Attendance: 53 Semper Fi ‘Til You Die! Yes, sir! It was time for the oncetraditional LBH3 salute to the Marine Corps. Having previously secured Palos Verdes and Whittier Narrows, the hares deployed us to Montecito Heights, a northern outpost rarely hashed by the Long Beach unit of the Hash House Harriers. The hares ordered FRUIT OF THE LOOM to document the details of our assault on unfamiliar territory. Directions to the run stated, “look for the Slop Hog.” The Slop Hog was DARKTANYON’s 1970 (once) white Ford truck and served as the beer wagon, bag wagon and shuttle van during the early days of LBH3. To everyone’s surprise, DT had painted the truck Marine Corps green in honor of the occasion. The hares led us on a wellmarked, shiggy-filled trail, up and down the hills of Eagle Rock, Pasadena and Highland Park. FRUIT reported that JUST SAY NO TO CRACK was blowing his whistle but it sounded like he put it to his bunghole and farted. After we reached the top of a hill, we came upon what FRUIT swore was the “longest dirt downhill in the history of the Long Beach Hash. It had to be at least 500 yards at the minimum.” (This “record” may have been broken in the last 10 years. One of DICKOREATER’s trails comes immediately to mind!) We all navigated our way downhill as best we could and arrived at the on-in across from the start. PIG IRON commented that CORN HOLE HUSSIE looked like a dung beetle as she came down the hill backwards. GMs STALKER GUMP and an under-the-weather DOUBLE ENTRY led downdowns. New boot Steve (now known to you as GIVES GOOD HEAD AND SHOULDERS) was our only first timer of the day. GANGBANGER was honored as a visitor and patches were awarded to CRACK (69 runs) and WET CLAM (25 runs.) There was no record as to who got the hashit or where the on-on was located. It must have been top-secret info that the scribe, onsec and on-disk did not have the proper security clearances to access.
Write-ups, Pictures, Hash Directions and other Blasphemy MUST BE RECEIVED by Thursday 9pm. Otherwise, IT WILL NOT APPEAR IN THE SNOOZE! e-mail to: [email protected]
Mismanagement Committee 2010 Grandmasters: “Pinky” (714)756-BYOB “Chinball Wizard” (562)858-6353 Hash Cash: “Hi Speed Copulator” (562)822-8400 “Passing Wind” (562)533-2246 On Sec: “Special Head” (562)522-8774 [email protected] On Disk: “Alouette” (714)526-7823 “Achey Breaky Fart” (714)224-2982 Brewmeisters: “Last Train” (714)SLIMEUP “Veteran of Foreign Whores” (559)681-3866 Munchmeisters: “Kammonawannaleia” (714)658-2595 “Wrect Him” (562)228-5199 Trailmaster: “Pillsbury Blow Boy” (562)498-2016 Haberdashery: “Bust'er Hymen” (310) 872-6638 “Princess of Incest” (562)715-1708 Hash Flash: “Snatch of the Day” (562)761-8289 “Venus De Penis” (714)907-3359 Webmeister-Snooze: [email protected] Webmeister-General: “homoSAXual” – [email protected]
Sunday, November 14, 2010, 10 AM Run: 1421 Hares: Sin D Bare Location: Rolling Hills Estates City Hall TG: 678 B6 Cost: 5.00 From the 405 Freeway, exit Crenshaw and head South for a long time. After you cross PCH, the road will begin to slope upwards gradually. Just before you reach PV Drive North, turn right into the City Hall Parking Lot (If you hit PV Drive N, then turn right on PV Drive North, and then make a right into the parking lot from the other ingress.) From the 110 Freeway, exit PCH, and head West. Turn left on Crenshaw and follow as above. From downtown Long Beach, take the bridges and follow to the end where the road crosses Gaffey. Turn right and head down the hill and continue on Gaffey until it crosses Anaheim, Vermont and PV Drive North. Make a very sharp left onto PV Drive North and head up the hill. Continue until the road is one lane in both directions and you will pass by the run start from a couple of weeks ago, then Rolling Hills/Portuguese Bend, and then Crenshaw. Turn right into the City Hall parking Lot.
Alouette Neva Higgins 707 Nancy Lane Fullerton, CA 92831
November 7, 2010
Day of the Dead-bacle Back in April, Stick Bite had agreed to hare a Long Beach trail, but he had an educational commitment that he could not get out of in time. A month or so ago, he let me know that since he had “no class,” he was now available to hare LBH3. How perfectly he fits in with our group… no class! My apologies that you have to endure yet another writeup from me. It’s not like Hi Speed has been saying… that I’m trying to start another streak of haring/scribing every run, though I don’t mind doing it. Unfortunately, the Long Beach kennel only has about 24 literate people, but 20 of them were in Vegas (Hole Blowout, I think it’s your turn soon!), 1 didn’t bother to come to the trail, and Sosumi’s secretary is on vacation. That leaves me… well, and Special Head (but she said at the start that she might have to leave 5 minutes into the trail). Because of the above-mentioned Vegas event, there was a somewhat smaller pack, including two Hash Flashes, a GM-slashBeermeister (and a former (Head & Shoulders) BM) and a retired GM (Just Say No to Crack). A few of the pack were in costume, including RTD dressed as… something, Crack and Heinekey… as the Texan jetskiing couple and beheaded Policia…something, and Necrofishiac… as a middle-aged Harry Potter. A few cute harriettes had dresses on, including Venus, Low Beams, Hash Harlot and Snatch of the Day (I think she was Hermione Granger in a fairy costume.). I had the thoroughly convincing costume of “Trail Runner.” (In retrospect, I should have filled my two water bottles with beer ‘cuz I could have used the liquid.) For hare lies, Stick Bite let us know that the trail would commemorate the “Dia de Sus Muertes,” be 6 miles long, full of shiggy, and no beer checks. The few hashers that knew Spanish, including Hard Drive, Oh Enema and Achey decided that they might as well stay at the start-slash-finish where the beer was, while the rest of us idiots blithely believed that the hare might be lying about the no beer checks and the trail length. We started out zigzagging up and down some streets. After about 5 minutes of light jogging, Just Dulce and myself opted to walk most of the rest of the trail (also because both of us had raced the Cancer Challenge 10K a few hours earlier). After about an hour, we reached the first pile of shiggy, which Retracted pointed out to me as “the original route of the Underground Railroad, whose conductor was my buddy Harriet Tubman.” He also mentioned a shortcut, but being hale and healthy, Dulce, Undercover, Fruit and I declined (wanting to do the whole trail).
Hash Website:www.lbh3.org
The trail markings were very sparse (I think Stick Bite is embracing his unemployment a bit too much. Flour isn’t THAT expensive!), especially when we were running through this big park. You just had to follow the arrows onto the grass and hope that you popped out where the trail continued. Fortunately, we used the visual of Harlot’s bouffant wig and Fruit’s incessant whistling to show us the way. Since we are now at what the survivors would term “The middle of LBH3 Trail #1419-2,” I now bring you another episode of “Silly Tales from Trail.” In the aforementioned difficult-to-follow marks through the park, Fruit was running around like a madman and shouting “Looking” to no one in particular (though Necro was in the area). A lady came and asked him if he was OK, and he said, “I am looking for Trail.” (Apparently, some overzealous parkgoers wiped away trail.) Same lady approached the little wizard and asked if Fruit was OK. Necro replied that Fruit was, and the lady was left thinking that Fruit was a strange old man who was desperately looking for his dog named “Trail.” We continued further on trail, with Undercover calling out various milestones that we had reached and also theorizing how far we were from getting back to the start, or, if it might be worthwhile to go back (GPS reading was 5.5 miles at this point, and his best guess was that we might be as far out as we could go!). Behind us, we later learned that Special Head didn’t have to leave early and got to ‘run’ her first trail in a while. Beaver Bam Bam Balls went hunting for a liquor store (needing to rehydrate with some Gatorade). Hozer offered to buy Dr. Mikey a beer at the next bar they passed, and Mikey said No. (For the record, I don’t think we went by any bars… well, other than Bent Penis’ house, a half-mile from the start, with a Sierra Nevada kegerator chilled to the proper temperature.) By now, most of us had found Trail 1419-3. Poor Dulce. She has only done 2 LBH3 trails – the October 17 run, which was less than 2 miles long, and today’s trail, which was… more than 2 miles long. Dulce and I said that if the trail was 6.9 miles, we would have each run a half marathon today. But Undercover let us know that we were a few tenths away from 8 miles! We finally figured out where we were, in terms of distance to the end. We had not seen another hasher for over an hour, and figured we were just a couple of blocks from the end… and then realized that we still had half a mile to a freeway undercrossing and then some distance back to the start. The miles continued to tick up… EIGHT… NINE…. At a distance of just over 9 miles, we saw a humorous chalk notation: “11:58 Hare Snare. Marquis de Sade” Of course, my watch said that it was 12:45pm. Still, have to appreciate the fact that Marquis was able to run down the hare in a mere hour and forty-three minutes. Three blocks later, we MADE IT IN!!! Even though there was a little animosity thrown the hare’s way, we were all joking that we better hurry up and do downdowns, because there was a 4-hour parking limit at the park, and those who had shown up at 10am, had been there 3 hours and 45 minutes! Stick Bite achieved the quad-fuckta: HASHITT, plus a down-down for all three trails.
The two dozen people that did all three trails mostly all spent down-downs sitting, and even Fruit didn’t have a hissy fit about it. You KNOW the trail was long when Fruit doesn’t yell about sitting in circle and even gives a hug to Kammona’s dog. The on-on continued at some shrimp restaurant, but I don’t think anybody went. Venus went to get her feet amputated. Stick Bite went to get his nails done for the West Hollywood Drag Parade. Wrectum went to watch football at a friend’s house in Redondo Beach (so I got to drive Passing Wind home… we were both so tired, that the drive was done in complete silence). Special Head went to rip her son’s softball coach a new one for cancelling the game and ‘allowing’ her to do trail. And I guess quite a few hashers headed over to the Hollywood Memorial Park to reserve gravesites in case Stick Bite ever lays a “Day of Our Death” trail again. On On, Pillsbury Blow Boy
LBH3 WEAKLY SNOOZE STATS Run Date: Hares: Place: Miles: 9.6 Returners:
ON ON: Run Notes:
Hashit:
10/31/2010 Run #: 1419 Stick Bite (Bites!) Miles: 9.6 Stoner Park, LA Attendance: 30-ish Hash Harlot, Dr. Mikey, Heinekey, Just Say No to Crack, Retracted, Spankee Yankee, Marquis de Sade, Bent Penis Shrimp place LA neighborhoods-no beer checks, no bars; long-ass trail, still no beer check, lots of pavement, some railroad tracks, through park with no drinking fountains, no bathroom-and no beer check! Stick Bite (Bites!)-for the long-ass trail with no beer checks!
» Date 11-21 11-28 12-5 12-12 12-19 12-26
Run # 1422 1423 1424 1425 1426 1427
Receding Hareline
Hares Passing Wind & Hard in the Saddle Jock & Pack My Chute Last Train & Achey Breaky Fart Dickoreater Take a #, her Daughters and Poor Aim Sin D Bare
Comments Thanksgiving Weekend Blonde Run Santa's Escape from LA
Location TBA Long Beach Costa Mesa TBA TBA TBA
REHASH: THIS DATE IN HASH HISTORY Run # 857 Date: 11/5/2000 (10 year ago) Place: Montecito Heights Hares: DARKTANYON, MAGIC USER, BUTTSY ROSS Miles: 6 Attendance: 53 Semper Fi ‘Til You Die! Yes, sir! It was time for the oncetraditional LBH3 salute to the Marine Corps. Having previously secured Palos Verdes and Whittier Narrows, the hares deployed us to Montecito Heights, a northern outpost rarely hashed by the Long Beach unit of the Hash House Harriers. The hares ordered FRUIT OF THE LOOM to document the details of our assault on unfamiliar territory. Directions to the run stated, “look for the Slop Hog.” The Slop Hog was DARKTANYON’s 1970 (once) white Ford truck and served as the beer wagon, bag wagon and shuttle van during the early days of LBH3. To everyone’s surprise, DT had painted the truck Marine Corps green in honor of the occasion. The hares led us on a wellmarked, shiggy-filled trail, up and down the hills of Eagle Rock, Pasadena and Highland Park. FRUIT reported that JUST SAY NO TO CRACK was blowing his whistle but it sounded like he put it to his bunghole and farted. After we reached the top of a hill, we came upon what FRUIT swore was the “longest dirt downhill in the history of the Long Beach Hash. It had to be at least 500 yards at the minimum.” (This “record” may have been broken in the last 10 years. One of DICKOREATER’s trails comes immediately to mind!) We all navigated our way downhill as best we could and arrived at the on-in across from the start. PIG IRON commented that CORN HOLE HUSSIE looked like a dung beetle as she came down the hill backwards. GMs STALKER GUMP and an under-the-weather DOUBLE ENTRY led downdowns. New boot Steve (now known to you as GIVES GOOD HEAD AND SHOULDERS) was our only first timer of the day. GANGBANGER was honored as a visitor and patches were awarded to CRACK (69 runs) and WET CLAM (25 runs.) There was no record as to who got the hashit or where the on-on was located. It must have been top-secret info that the scribe, onsec and on-disk did not have the proper security clearances to access.
Write-ups, Pictures, Hash Directions and other Blasphemy MUST BE RECEIVED by Thursday 9pm. Otherwise, IT WILL NOT APPEAR IN THE SNOOZE! e-mail to: [email protected]
Mismanagement Committee 2010 Grandmasters: “Pinky” (714)756-BYOB “Chinball Wizard” (562)858-6353 Hash Cash: “Hi Speed Copulator” (562)822-8400 “Passing Wind” (562)533-2246 On Sec: “Special Head” (562)522-8774 [email protected] On Disk: “Alouette” (714)526-7823 “Achey Breaky Fart” (714)224-2982 Brewmeisters: “Last Train” (714)SLIMEUP “Veteran of Foreign Whores” (559)681-3866 Munchmeisters: “Kammonawannaleia” (714)658-2595 “Wrect Him” (562)228-5199 Trailmaster: “Pillsbury Blow Boy” (562)498-2016 Haberdashery: “Bust'er Hymen” (310) 872-6638 “Princess of Incest” (562)715-1708 Hash Flash: “Snatch of the Day” (562)761-8289 “Venus De Penis” (714)907-3359 Webmeister-Snooze: [email protected] Webmeister-General: “homoSAXual” – [email protected]
Sunday, November 14, 2010, 10 AM Run: 1421 Hares: Sin D Bare Location: Rolling Hills Estates City Hall TG: 678 B6 Cost: 5.00 From the 405 Freeway, exit Crenshaw and head South for a long time. After you cross PCH, the road will begin to slope upwards gradually. Just before you reach PV Drive North, turn right into the City Hall Parking Lot (If you hit PV Drive N, then turn right on PV Drive North, and then make a right into the parking lot from the other ingress.) From the 110 Freeway, exit PCH, and head West. Turn left on Crenshaw and follow as above. From downtown Long Beach, take the bridges and follow to the end where the road crosses Gaffey. Turn right and head down the hill and continue on Gaffey until it crosses Anaheim, Vermont and PV Drive North. Make a very sharp left onto PV Drive North and head up the hill. Continue until the road is one lane in both directions and you will pass by the run start from a couple of weeks ago, then Rolling Hills/Portuguese Bend, and then Crenshaw. Turn right into the City Hall parking Lot.
Alouette Neva Higgins 707 Nancy Lane Fullerton, CA 92831
