Sunee (AKA Maew, AKA Phoney Sex) along with Piya
(AKA…does she even have a hash name?) were down to be the hares for
last Monday’s BMH3 run at the Homestay restaurant off the Ring Road
(AKA Noah’s runsite, AKA a place that doesn’t even have chairs, AKA
a place that probably has one good run a year in it but gets used
more than that by the less imaginative). Expectations among the
cognoscenti were, therefore, not high. The appearance of Cap’n Erik
in the role of third hare and/or trail advisor elicited mixed
opinions about whether this would improve matters. These opinions
later coalesced.
The run took some 17 minutes for the front
runners. The absence of the hares at the start point when we
returned offered no clue as to why this might have been, although
some opinions were offered based on the abilities, sex, and IQ of
the hares. Some of the keener among us, including Bad Boy Bubby,
Noriega, Pussy Virus, Barbie, Dunkin Donut, and myself set out in
search of some trail (i.e., the greater part of it) that we might
have missed. A half- hour’s searching produced the sight of a few
strands of paper and a late-arriving George of the Jungle. Most of
us then chose to do our own run, with Bad Boy, Noriega, and I
arriving back in time for the circle after about an hour and a half.
The beer ran out during the circle, largely
because of the excess consumption by those for whom a 20-minute run
was enough. Cap’n Erik proclaimed his innocence, which he has
apparently been doing ever since, on the grounds that it is
impossible to speak sense to one woman, much less two.
Sunee subsidized the on-on, winning herself
plaudits from those whose goodwill can be bought for 200-baht’s
worth of ground-up meat and a piece of cake. Noriega, Stefan,
Toddzilla and I ventured downtown afterwards and enjoyed ourselves,
as, in fact, we had during our dinner conversations. Proof perhaps,
that one doesn’t need a good hash run to have good time.
