Last updated: 16 April, 2013
Run 1566
Date: 25 March 2013
Location: Taling Chan, Baan Daolomdeun Restaurant
Hares: Hayter Peacocks and Maverick
Scribe: Pussy Virus
My afternoon silence was broken by "Barbie", who was looking for a ride to the Bangkok Monday Hash. Fine, I said, show up at my office at four thirty. Little did he know my track record for leaving on time is down there with that of "George of the Jungle" and "Drunkin' Donut".
So we set off closer to five o'clock and arrived at the run site - outwitted by both traffic and the run directions - well past six o'clock. I wondered if anyone else who approached the run site from the north managed to make any sense of the directions. We never got an answer to that question, but the turnout was good. No doubt a testament to the reputations of hare "Hater Peecock" and co-hare "Maverick".
We set off to a smatter of instructions from the hare, who seemed to intimate that this was a counter clockwise run. The trail was well laid but, considering the otherwise green surroundings, woefully hard-surface oriented. Half an hour or so into the run, we made it to a road where all markings disappeared. Little did we know that a gate had been closed to seal off the trail. Undeterred, we decided to go straight for a km or so until we could turn right over the canal where, surely, we would pick up the trail again. Of course, the hare's instructions about a counter clockwise run were no longer in our minds.
And so we started what was a fine run, but not the run that the hare had intended for us to do. 10+ km into the evening's excursion, we were getting closer to the origin, and this is where we had to ask ourselves: are we just going to go back unfulfilled and to the scorn of of the Circle? The answer, of course, was no. So Barbie and your scribe re-ran the out-trail and somehow (kind of) found the right way to go and made sure to come in to the run site the right way. Barbie's GPS measured over 14 km. Not bad for a near 65-year-old, Barbie!
Grand Master "No-No" and Religious Adviser "Anal Rape" were apparently tearing the Circle apart before we arrived. Or at least that's what we chose to believe, as things were winding down when we returned. But there was still time for Prick of the Week. As there was a visiting female present, we all assumed that the PotW award would be a mere formality. But foolishness from "Mr. Burns" (inflicted bodily harm on Hash Piss "Nibbles") and Barbie (stabbed yours sincerely in the back by nominating him for PotW) made this a close race. Thankfully, we don't need to count hanging, dimpled and pregnant chads on the Bangkok Monday Hash - we just strap the penis on the visiting female. And so it was on this occasion, too.
Thanks to Hater Peecock and Maverick for a classic Hash evening. On-on to next week's live-hare city run (with beer stops!).