What a day for a celebration, or a small slew thereof. The sun has finally returned for good, and something
like 55 barbarians broke down the gates at Air Horn’s to help him celebrate his
something-or-othereth birthday and the marriage, last fall, of his charming
daughter Brogue Bait to the delightful Seth.
BB and Seth attracted a whole bunch of whippersnapper friends and
relatives, including the ridiculously whippersnapperish Mallory, who hasn’t yet
begun to toddle. The Mount Vernon H3
sent a half-dozen or so representatives, attracted by the 70-degree temps, the
woodlands of Great Falls, and the possibility of champagne.
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| Do this. Go these ways. Marks are on the ground, or somewhere. |
AH and Pumpmaster set, and Pumpmaster promised to sweep, carrying home
any victims of his youthful exuberance in one arm. Ah, to be young in the springtime, and a
professional gym rat. AH reminded
everyone that cars + hashers = danger, and regretted the intrusion of roads
into his trail. Then everyone ran away,
except the walkers. The walkers stayed
for advice on where to walk, and then they all strolled away and began ignoring
the advice.
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| If they are going to make days this beautiful, you might as well run around in them. |
About an hour after they set out, the runners emerged from Riverbend
Park onto Riverbend Road, and then it was only a hop (up onto the shoulder, to be out of the way of the
cars), skip (up and down the pipeline hills) and a jump (over a little creek)
until they were back at the On In.
Shortcutters finished first, unless they walked their shortcut, in which
case they came in after the sweeper. AH
finished his Peruvian-chicken run a few minutes after the last runners
arrived. Everyone fell to with vigor
when the hosts started stirring that delicious green sauce Peruvians serve with their
chicken. After a while, with the first
hunger pangs sated, the hosts started popping corks, AH sending them high over,
and eventually down into, the crowd.
People grabbed their bubbly, added o.j. as desired, and started toasting. AH also, in an excess of celebratory spirit,
demanded his birthday song, which this reporter found unusually painful. Thanks to Rick for that.
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On behalf of the Hash, the Mufti presented the not-that-newlyweds with
a handsome hare to decorate their happy home.
AH made the usual pseudo-speech.
The double-barreled cake (vanilla for birthday; chocolate for marriage)
was trimmed with the same china cake-toppers that decorated AH and his late
wife’s wedding cake 40-ish years ago.
Sweet.
Mufti started roll-calling.
Paula arrived, damaged but undefeated, at the double-4s; was it Sally at
double-3s? Seth made seven. Land Ho made it to two hashes in a row, and
promised to come back really soon. She’s
taken a j-o-b, so Saturdays may be busy for a while, and she’s working at a
marina, so the employee discount may make the paychecks moot. Ole Fud abandoned us for West Point and
lacrosse honors, but Double-Breasted Booby flew in from the west coast just to
see her favorite hash. A bunch of people
won cheers for their first hashes, huzzah huzzah and 99 to the. Next week should see Rick and Lori with their
new names finally awarded, and Mufti and BC3 will host on the first Wednesday, which
is to say 7 May, at the pavilion. They
will, on that occasion, finally achieve their 1,500th and 500th
runs, respectively.
There are photos of much of the celebration and some of the sunshine
right here.
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| And they lived happily ever after. |
