Past B3H3 Events
B3H3 Run #1 - July 28, 2006
The Virgin's Observation
A friend of mine, Timmy emailed me and asked me what I was doing. Told me a bunch of friends were getting together to drink beer and going hashing; had no idea what that was. Told her I would meet her and her friends. What in the world is "hashing"; had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Met Timmy at the parking lot and she introduced me to friends. We started to drink and the friends told me what the instructions (symbols) were and how I was a "virgin". Hahaha. After the instructions, two trail makers left in their car and told us to wait two minutes before following the "trail".
Hashing is, after all, a unusual world of recreational running; a drinking club with a running problem, plainly saying. We ran or walked through a marked trail, talking, laughing and drinking. I have to thanks these lovely ladies, as I had hit a bad time of my life. Doing the hashing was hard, as I don't exercise (except latin dancing), but it was easy, because of this ladies' group.
I saw turtles, fish, stinky water, rocks, planks of wood and smiling people fishing. Halfway through the trail, our "trail makers" had met us with beverages to drink and do some small talk. Then back on the trail again. Two of the ladies, I believe, received an injury and decided to shorten the trail run. The other ladies kept an eye on me; for some reason, as tired as I was, I had to finish. Finally, coming to the end of the trail run to smiling faces. We talked and then got into a circle. They sang songs (down, down) I have never heard (laughing so much); things they observed on the marked trail and were even allowed to complain. They also made a note, that at this hashing, there was no blood on the trial. (lol) I never experienced such a rush; I thank you ladies from the bottom of my heart. You gave me such a wonderful gift.
P.S. I would like to come again. You all are amazing women.
Just Teri
B3H3 Run #2 -
Aug 25, 2006
It's raining. It's pouring. We're drinking! Okay, like that's a
suprise. Hello sports fans, it's the second hash of the no name,
yet affectionately referred to as `bunny', hash and we begin on 5th
avenue. We are women, of course we are on 5th avenue! Not in New
York and shopping in way more expensive stores, no, not us. We are
in the beautiful (yet rainy) Indiatlantic, Florida hashing and at
the mercy of not only the weather, but also our Harriettes of the
evening Swax and Sniffa.
The pack begins small with "I'm not coming" LMAU, Timmy!, Nana and
our resident over achiever Mommy Rearest who take off down 5th
avenue, drinks in hand, as we are told "go toward the light". All
four of us go to the light and `lo and behold there is a check right
off the bat! After ten solid minutes of not finding the next mark
(helloooo we are in the rain), Mommy decides to take a wee break at
the gas station. We are unsure why she was smiling so much when she
came out but we think it had something to do with the 'oil bottle'
keyring. We are lost, already. We break down and use technology. "Go
right" we are told and shortly hit the YBF! Damn harriettes. Hang a
small right and woohoo we are back on trail. The rain and the pink
chalk did not bode well together. The rain was winning. Off through
the neighborhood heads the pack with Mommy well out front scouting,
Nana, Timmy and LMAU debating the purple shutters on the houses we
pass and the funky, scary looking tree.
LMAU complaining and whining about sand in her sandals, Timmy
fussing about hurt knees and Nana talking about having dual duty the
next day and her long drive (god is this a female hash or what?!?),
we spot the most amount of unwashed away flour we have seen all over
the next set of stairs.
On and upwards we go and what the fu? We are heading back in the
parking lot where we started, we start to bitch only to stop and
remember, we know there is alcohol there! Only if we can make it to
the cooler before GD2 and Chick'n drink it all up! Latecomers
sheesh, can't trust em. Group Grope at the halfway as GD2 takes
picture.
At the half way, Nana, Timmy and LMAU decided we were done. After
all, hashing is an excuse to drink. Bunny hashing is an excuse
together without the loveable mates in our lives and drink. So why
do we three want to get even wetter? This is the question.
What the heck?!? No sooner had we decided this, and after a drink or
two, it's a bird! It's a plane! What?!? Is that LMAU running?
Leading the pack? Mommy falls in second and Timmy runs in third.
Quote from Mommy. "Oh look, we are all three running" Timmy
Quote. "No more running for me, I'm spilling my drink!!" Here comes
GD2 (hash flash) and Chick'n with Nana waving us off like we are
nuts.
LMAU decides she is breathing way to hard without a man in sight
stops, Timmy still drinking stops, and of course we are `waiting' on
Nana out of `concern' for Nana's safety, being the 'good neighbors'
that we are. Okay, Okay, that's a lie.
Off again then stop again as Nana and LMAU begin to fondle and
molest the poor coconuts in a yard. MR, GD2, and Chick'n are so far
out of sight running we have no idea what is going on with those
overachievers, but at Circle, it became quite clear it had something
to do with half naked men and nice chests! Damn shame I missed that
part! Somebody better have pictures!
Circle up at Swax's house for some Bruschetta and Bread (yeah, chick
hashes have the best snacks!), drinks, chips and snacks. Talk about
toga, talk about girl time. Talk about them Blueberry alcohol
thingies and Margaritas. Talk about each other, talk about those
slackers that didn't make it (Happy Meal, Cockpit, we missed ya),
friendship, share some laughs and go our soggy feeted selves home
for shower with smiles on our faces.
Timmy volunteers LMAU as your hariette for September. Stay Tuned.
On-to Toga-On
Timmy!
B3H3 Run #3 -
Sep 29, 2006
No trash
B3H3 Run #4 -
Oct 28, 2006
No trash
B3H3 Run #5 -
Nov 25, 2006
No trash
B3H3 Run #6 -
January 26, 2007
Thank you everyone for coming out to the Bunny hash. I had such a good
time doing the trail and sniffa and I trying to get everyone drunk with
4 beer/jello stops along the way!
Thanks again,
Timmy
B3H3 Run #7 -
Date
Hares: Direct Deposit and STFU
Hounds: Happy Meal, Goes Down Drunk, Cockpit, Timmy!
The bunnies gather in much confusion at the Home Depot in MI. Front of HD? Behind HD? Slow drives through the parking lot. Cell phone calls. Where are the hares? Ok. All are here. Grab a beer. 15 minutes? On Out…..Straight down some side street….and on and on and on; hey, nice condos. Hang a left….what are you looking at b*tch? On towards the river and an empty gravel parking lot near some bait shack (or was it a seafood restaurant? All the same to me). And on out again. At the bottom of the bridge more confusion….trail goes up; trail goes down…..Up is bad, that is over the river 3 miles this bunny aint doin’! Lets do down. Crap dead end. Trail goes up. No backtracking, lets climb these rocks. Up the bridge. Cockpit “she isn’t going to make us cross this bridge!” (as we cross this bridge). Oh wait, that was just a little prebridge bridge. Exit to the right, go UNDER the big bridge into a park. Find the hares hiding behind the beer car. Gifts all around. Skeeter bites. Hey lets go sit in that pavilion under the No Alchohol sign. Cool. Sit and talk. No real circle tonight. Sometimes we do, sometimes we don’t. Bunny prerogative. We talk about the boy hashers…first time ever….topic: Why do the boy hashers think we talk about them??? Paranoia is the answer. On to better topics. Shopping, Baby showers, moving away, away hashes…..girl shit. Getting late. Catch a ride to the cars…GDD takes the first ride; gotta get the babysitter home. HM in the second ride….Oh crap, GDD has my car keys. Call, no answer. Call, no answer. Hanging out in Home Depot parking lot part II. Drink another beer. Call, answer. Hurray. On Out.
Next Hash: 22 March, Fairvilla Parking lot. Hare: Cockpit To Know: Ladies night at the sex toy store!!! Hares away 6pm prompt! On After at Fairvilla--$20 get your ticket now!!
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