Reading Hash House Harriers
HASH TRASH: Trail
#734
2-6-2010
Comment by
Decoitous on February 8, 2010 at 5:33pm
On February 6, 2010, the Reading
area received a snowfall amount ranging from 16 to 20 inches. According to the
Reading Eagle, this was the 10th largest single event snowfall to hit Berks
County ever.
So…since there was a hash scheduled, we did what any other hash group would have
done. We hashed.
Suck it Harrisburg.
Our two old timer hares (Horn O Plenty and Bad Semen) welcomed eleven (11)
Intrepid souls, (including 1 virgin, 1 H5’er and a bi-hashual Siren with her
half-dog) and two apres-loving chevy-shortcutters. The pack set off at 2:00 PM
from just above the Stone Cliff recreation Center (ON-ON location was moved
because the plows hadn’t touched Stone Cliff yet.). Trail winded along the
Tulpehocken creek until it met up with the Schuylkill, and then we crossed into
the barrio of Reading, jaunting through a snowy woodsy section (stepping I’m
sure on bodies of countless dead hookers and a mountain of used crack pipes). We
headed up through the City and through some sections of Reading that – while
safe at about 2:00 PM on a day when the sidewalks were icy and the wind was cold
– are not necessarily places I want to visit EVER AGAIN. EVER.
Trail found its way back to Schuylkill Avenue, and we were dumped into our old
stomping ground ‘El Fagon’ on the corner of Schuylkill and Buttonwood.
Apparently this was originally going to be nothing but a beercheck, but since it
took the hares an hour to lay trail to this point, and they ran out of time, the
trail kind of stopped here. We tossed down a few beers with Minerva and the
locals, and sampled the local arroz con pigeon. The lovebirds waited outside
with their half-dog Nimbus. Siren got a bunch of drive-up business requesting
"half and half". I'm not sure exactly what happened, because Panic, Siren, and
Nimbus disappeared -- and then reappeared about 20 minutes later counting out a
stack of $20 bills..... I'm sure it was all on the up & up. We hung out with
Minerva and her pack of crazy-eyed killahs until all the whitey-guy beer was
gone (Yuengling and Miller High Life), and then decided to move the apres to a
safer location. You know...somewhere where you aren't afraid of being assraped
when you need to hit the bathroom. Not finding any such place open due to the
inclement weather, we decided to go to AC/DC's home instead.
After a short drive, the pack re-assembled in the 19608 zipcode at AC/DC’s home.
His poor poor neighbors. They just don't know how fucked they really are. ... We
were ushered in through the basement garage, making sure to drop as many bottles
of beer on the floor of his garage as we could, peeing in the gas tank of his
car, and putting sandpaper under his wiperblades.
We benefitted from the largess of AC/DC's earlier beer & cookie exchange, and
then circled up in his basement where I made sure to spend as much time and
energy as possible giving Between Dicks a raft of shit about cancelling her hash
3 years ago due to snow.
Yadda yadda yadda, we drank beer, we warmed ourselves in front of AC/DC's faux
fire, and then Panic and I led the group in a spirited game of "what do you
think we'll find between the couch cushions." Long story short, Bad won that
game, and later after animal control, the coronoer, and the kind fellows from
the Dept of Energy left, we kinda wrapped things up.
Shitty Trail.
Thanks to Bad & Horn for making this a good event -- even though their Plan A,
Plan B, Plan C etc. etc. were shot due to that bitch Mother Nature.
ON-ON
Decoy