This being one recolection of Munich Hash 385:
Dangers: Various -including the hash trail and explosives.
1. A live r*n set by Erectus Maximus
2. Seven hashers came together to see how much Gluehwein they could down down.
It started as most hashes do, late. Forget "Munich: Athens of the north", th1nk more on the lines of
"Hasenburgl: Beirut for the poor".
The runners dodged the variously ethnic majorities of the locale who were doing exciting things with
fireworks, met in the forest to drink some quality* Sekt and then returned via the abandoned tramlines to
the circle . . .
.. Which was led by Shirtlifter after a suitable pause for quiet reflection on the basis that nobody
better was present.
Speedo Gonzales, the ever stalwart Biermeister had his new assistant present. Really a present, "Hagar the
Horny" was given as a Christmas pressie to Speedo and we hope to see him get out of his box more often in
Shirtlifter also announced that the last hash of 2006 was also to be a Christmas present, no run fees were
collected. Hurrah for Shirtlifter going out with such style (leaving the problems in true hshing fashion to
the hash cash elect).
Anyway, after everybody enjoyed their full share of Gluehwein, and more, there were various down downs
that were awarded to:
Erectus Maximus (Hare & scribe)
The Pack: Speedo Gonzales (Biermeister - we were not worthy & scribe)
Shirtlifter (R* & scribe)
Inessa (Hash Cash elect & scribe)
Moose Diver (Assistant to Biermeister & scribe)
Edel Vice (Wa*ker & scribe)
Ruggie Burns (Wa*ker & scribe)
Special mentions must be made for:
Speedo Gonzales's beer raid on an old age pensioners house to liberate a beer (for him) - he claimed that
it was his grandmother's place.
Sekt in the forest. provided by Erectus Maximus.
The Football stadium - for changing colour so excitingly (white to red to blue).
At the on-after - Adolf Plagiarism and his organ - for the synchronised sexagenarian dancers.
Rumours of a Silvester / Hogmanay party at Edel Vice's flat were utterly dispelled:
There won't be any food / booze / Stimmung / party music available at Edel Vice's flat on Silvester
evening from 20.00 onwards. For further details about the fact that there is no Silvester party at all at
EV's place phone her.
That's all until Munich Hash #386 in 2007.
Edel Vice, (please help Edel Vice party poop by phoning her to let her know that even if she had a party,
you've got better things to do)
* quality: an adjective not a measure.
Munich Hash #385 - Rehash 2/7
As nobody seemed to have any pen or paper it was decided that each of the lucky seven attendees should write a rehash from their memorisation. The reader could then imagine the real happening as the intersection of the reports, the sum of them or whatever.
I will now try to give my summary; which - after meanwhile going to bed slightly intoxicated twice - might have not much to do with what has really happened. Here it comes:
The weather was - as announced earlier by the hare - mild and sunny. The area well chosen be means of modern technology (google earth) and determined be the fact that we have never hashed there before: Hasenbergl - a.k.a. the Bronx of Munich. It proved to be more of a toytown-style social hotspot: with trimmed greens and modernist churches. Here and there a few folks gathered for a prelude of Silvester fireworks.
The live trail meandered through streets, backyards and playgrounds and led over a former military playground to a dark forest. There - on a small clearing - the pack gathered for an early toast to the new year.
Later we assembled for a circle, which was led by Shirtlifter. The down-downs included - as far as I can tell:
The hare - Erectus Maximus
The homie - Speedo Gonzales
A general round for whatever - Speedo, SL, EM, Just Vanessa (not sure about the spelling but copying Ruggies version - sorry if wrong), Moose Diver, Edel Vice and Ruggie Burns.
Having recieved the "best"Â christmas present from girlfriend - Speedo with his HÃ¤gar.
For admiring the stadium's changing colours at the horizon - somebody I can't remember.
That's it already. There must have been much more down-downs. But as I had my fair share I cannot tell much about them.
All I want to add is the memory of a nice dinner in the Cafe am Hasenbergl. The air in this place is so bad that one should lock up our half-assed politicians, which cannot decide on a smoking-ban, there for their next debate on that topic. But a surprisingly good meal, a few beers, a game of dice and a fabulous entertainer bringing the local ladies on the dance floor made up for this.
Your scribe number two of seven
@ Ruggie: congratulations and sorry that I could not follow your non-invitation. To many good reasons for another drink made it impossible for me to leave the bar that I found myself in at an appropriate time.