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04/18/2006 Entry: "Skate HASH - April 16, 2006"
Our Skate, Skate, Hash
On Saturday Afternoon – April 16, 2006
Rick S had been excited about his Hash for months.
And Barb J must have been well within the loop.
She was excited too!
She showed-up wearing pretty Springtime clothes and matching psychedelic pink lipstick – a shade which showcased her normally sized abnormally large smile – the one that was worn all the way to MARTA to hand-out tokens, as if a homeless entrepreneur. And Bill C & Cindy S were there too. We seldom see these two around the Carter Cntr parking lot any more, but say ‘Hash!’ and you can bank on them turning into a skating magnet.
However, we became slightly concerned over our Chuck-O. We had already known he lives for the Hash-Thing, but to witness massive froth flowing from his mouth, stemmed from an inert desire to hunt-down and over-take a Hare – like occurs to my pet dog when sighting a squirrel – well, the phenomena is something in itself to experience. Kind of like Mark D wearing chaps on Halloween or Scott J wearing a shiny and far too tight skinsuit on an ordinary NSP skate.
Originating at the Carter Cntr, the Hash looped through Piedmont Park to Patricia F’s house. The live chase swung into Midtown and wound-up at a MARTA train station (where you had to actually get on one of its smelly and always late trains). And somehow, we ended up at Greg T’s beautifully remodeled Candler Park/L5Ps house, where we suddenly had quite a relaxing time thereafter.
David L having one of his blissful Zen moments prior to hitting
Beefcake applying sunscreen. He was wanting to block away the
sun but not women.
Cindy S monitors the Hash instructions. She’s kind of like a member
of the UN who monitors our third world-like politics. And if she were
actually a UN member, she’d probably write the book the world would
follow to become a more intelligent place.
Barb’s smile… See… Case-in-point !
Michele R-B is perhaps the most spirited Sexually-Explicit-Easter-
Hasher. Stand nearby while she’s sweet-talking her hubby, Bruce,
and you’re sure to become sexually aroused & gasping for breath.
Permanent honeymooner, Michele R-B, and the lot she’s got.
Cindy was concerned that her rabbit might end-up looking like a
pig. Us guys saw it as fitting; where as, the ladies present in no
way wanted that. Rick’s a pretty easy-going sort-of guy. He
simply went along with whatever Cindy branded him.
A Springtime Tree in Piedmont Park. Equal to my love for cute
women, I love trees. I was holding up the others by lying around
and emotionally professing my love to the tree – instead of more
rationally considering the now closeness of Patricia’s house. And
Patricia’s house would of course be a good place to stash a sen-
timentally valued Orange & White Home Depot cooler full of two
beers. Once the thought finally crossed my mind, I quickly
divorced the tree.
Wendy H has an inner desire to be a Bunny. Most likely a Playboy
Bunny, although she’d never openly say this. We gave her ample
opportunity to express an openness of her desire at the Post-Hash
Like us , Amber was on skates – the old green & black Verducci
V-Tec’s that Beth D had given her a while back. But none of the
others wanted to associate with poor Mrs. Amber, as she wasn’t
wearing a head-bucket. She tried to describe why she wasn’t
wearing her head-can, but to us, her complex & impromptu ex-
lanation that fumbled in words only sounded like gibberish. How-
ever, I took the situation as a grandiose opportunity to more
closely associate with an attractive Amber.
Post-Hash Party & Greg T’s house.
Jonathan was demonstrating the proper way to ‘snap’ a bottle
cap way over to Ken-O. However, Ken had very little to worry
Lisa M picked-up on the cap ‘snapping’ technique.
Here, Ken had even far less to worry about.