I wasn’t feeling all that well on Saturday. It wasn’t the hangover.  No, it was the feeling of shame from the night before. Despite our best efforts we weren’t able to get kicked out of the UPK Bar after the Hogan’s Hash. C’mon hashers I know we can do better next month.

When I heard that Saturday’s hash was gonna be a salute to the overworked I was wondering if I’d be allowed to come. As it turns out only Sweet Cheeks was daft enough to show up in his work clothes.

I was sharing battle stories with Birdbrian and New Shoez in the Loblaw’s parking lot when we noticed some pervert ogling young women from the cover of his car. Closer inspection revealed it was Hypocratic Oaf trying to find a parking spot. I always feel better when he attends. As the hash ages it’s nice to have a doctor around. KY was there too.
There was also a new face in the crowd. A friendly lad named Just Rein who joined us via Singapore and Tallinn (yep, Estonia).

Casket Case rode to the start. It was nice to see him getting some exercise and that his new Huffy hasn’t been stolen ... yet.

Eventually the group assembled and gathered round the markings made by New Shoez, the hare. After instructions he mentioned that “any time is train time”... unfortunately it wasn’t about 3 hours earlier when he was setting the trail.

A blast from Sweet Cheeks flugelhorn and the pack (Rose Eh and eleven handsome men) got underway just as Moonman made an appearance in the family hashmobile.
First we galloped toward the Brickworks, followed by a tour of haughty Rosedale. Here a winded (editor’s note: do you mean windy?) Humpday hopped on the Rosedale 82 bus while Casket Case used a clever new hand signal in an unsuccessful attempt to get the driver to stop. Speaking of Casket Case, the resourceful young lad has started marking checks in a novel new manner. He simply horks up a lugey and spits it in the direction of true trail. Now why didn’t I think of that!

Eventually the trail led to the bridge over the Vale of Avoca where Shampoo and Humpday located a Glad bag filled with beer.

It was here that Humpday grossed out one and all with his ceremonial wringing of the shirt. Ewwww! Hopefully we won’t hafta see that again.

A short time later we were drinking beer and eating snacks on the “landing strip” across the Bayview extension. Here the down downs were given out for the usual crimes followed by Rose Eh’s Prick of the Week. Some of the misdemeanours I recall were...

Sweet Cheeks and Hypocratic Oaf for reliving the Dirty 30’s

KY  (who did the first ever Pomegranate- ade down down) for inappropriate dress... form fitting Under Amour

Birdbrian for trying to poison his roommate

New Shoez for not taking the hint

Moonman for being a lame ass hash throat

With circle finished the group retired to nearby Chez Birdbrian for pizza and refreshments.