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Welcome to the Buffalo Hash House Harriers!
COST: Pre-Registration is $42.50 Prior to Feb. 7th, 2010. $47.50 until 2/26, $50 on the Day Of.
INCLUDES: Haberdashery, Beer, Tags, Beer, Dinner, Beer, Music & Dancing, Entertainment, Snacks.
LOCATION Buffalo Bar & Grill, 307 Louisiana St, Buffalo, NY 14204
TIME: Registration 12:69pm-Trail 1:69pm. Party to follow until 11:00pm.
FAT BOY TRAIL: Sunday Feb. 28th, 11:00am from the Hash Hotel, Comfort Inn.
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|  What would February be without a trail in the OP?
Heading out of the BSG (Buffalo Sports Grille), we got directly into the shiggy behind St John Vianney. Who knew there were trails back there? As we dogged face-high branches and navigated slipppery-ass footing we speculated as to who used these trails. This speculation was cut short when branches would whip back in our face and we hash-crashed into snowbanks.
Two creek crossings brought some more hash-crashes (Mouthful, Gazelleria and yours truly). Mouthful of Girlfriend took pride in claiming that she was the first one to go in up to her waist. Deep thoughts!
T-asian (one of our 3 virgins), friend of Slippery Rail Rider, complained that we were running too far. He complained of a lot of other things, including having nature spread all over him. If I hadn't known better, I would swear he was calling attention to himself.
A quick beer stop at Mount Me's car to stomp our feet and chat up the other two vrigins (Just Sue and Just Matt). Turns out that Touched Greatness hadn't really explained hashing to them. Which is the best way to start.
On-Out to some more snowy running, including a turn around the bases at a local ballfield. Slippery's declaration that she "got to second base" gave me a moment of hope for some harriette-on-harriette action. Sadly, that stuff just stays in my brain for now.
Back on streets, we ran up to Riley's for our 2nd BN. Fertilize Her explained his style of hashing to Tasian and Gazelleria explained how he prefers to run through people's back yards, as opposed to on trail.
Bangs for a Buck talked about the upcoming 600th. Can we really swing free beer for all the hashers? Come and find out on Feb 27th!
On-In to BSG, my right knee throbbing in not a good way and to circle. Surrounded by amused and surprisingly cute waitresses, we sang each other some love and drank our down-downs.
Shitty trail Crash and Greatness!
| | | | | | | Hare Llama + Mouthful of Girlfriend = Hare Mouthful of Girlfriend | | Around 20 hashers showed up for a trip around Tonawanda led by Mouthful of Girlfriend and Hare Llama. The pack met at Rizzo's right next door to the Brighton Eggert Animal Hospital. Out of towners making it across the international border included Bonkers and Moho from Oakville (actually Niagara Falls, Ontario.) Just Dan of Holidaze Keg Standing fame made it to his 1st Buffalo trail along with Just Ryan but they would not be "Justs" by the end of the day.
Destructions were given and we were told that we would not cross any "busy" streets unless there was an arrow. A new sign - SA, meant you had to make a Snow Angel or Show Ass. Trail started up Brighton to what I think is Kenmore East High School and through their parking lot and the Hare's first apology for not telling us about backchecks. We were backchecked to a tricky spot because there were no footprints in the snow that led to true trail. We crossed a snowbank and found marks leading to the SA. Crash and Gazelleria took the other option and we were back on trail. We looped back up Eggert and were circle jerked .6 of a mile to the 1st BN / JSN.
Trail was tough to find from the 1st check but we finally wound our way down Eggert. The hare apologized a 2nd time since we crossed Eggert without an arrow. We headed down some street I don't remember leading to Sheridan Drive. I figured we were heading to Mount Me's but trail took some alleyways parallel to Sheridan and a giant BN in a snow pile leading us to the apparently non-busy Eggert again and The Buffalo Tap Room. We downed 5 or so pitchers of beer and left the bar after singing to the barmaid.
Trail circled around the back of the plaza and just under .3 of a mile to the 3rd BN / Pudding Shot stop in the parking lot. I reached the BN first and was wondering if it was another BN mark for the Tap Room but realized it was #3 when the walkers approached. The pudding shots were excellent and we sang a round of Chicago. Trail led on in down Eggert and back to Rizzo's for the circle.
Crash and Mount Me ran their first Co-RA circle where Just Dan was named Snatchaphobia for his facial expression caught in a pic while helping ouy a kilt wearing hasherette with a kegstand. Just Ryan practically named himself while proclaiming he wouldn't cum back - Thank You! We all chipped in and ate a lot more pizza than I thought we could.
Shitty trail Mouthful and Hare Llama!
| | Posted by sscrash on Monday, January 18 @ 16:35:28 CST (23 reads) (comments? | Score: 0) | | | | | | Goo's Batavia Birthday Co-Hash | | Goo’s Batavia Birthday Hash
This was a day that separated the hard core hashers from the pussy wimp wanna be’s! Cold, snowy, windy, the day after BH3’s East Aurora hash, and 30 miles down the 90. I had scouted and mapped out a 4 miler but ended up cutting it short to around 3 due to the conditions. All the cool kids were there – from Buffalo: Crash, Goo, Udder, Hoots, Mount Me, and FukkenFartinFir. From Flour City: Mudman, Robin Wood, 3-PO, WGAS, Copulator, Cap’t Crunch, Diarrhea, Psyche I’m a Dyke, and Horse Jerker. The snow was steady as I set the trail using red chalk and flour. Marks seemed to be holding up ok but as the pack started off I realized several marks were now buried by a light fluffy covering of snow. WGAS ran past a false into the cemetery but he blows through false trails at every trail. Copulator hit the 1st backcheck at Ellicott but couldn’t read the mark on the ground. Eventually everyone made it into the 2nd cemetery entrance and marks were more legible. Trail eventually followed a fence line to a hole in the fence and out toward a park and the Dewitt Rec area. Goo was leading a large pack of walkers who were spotted by the short cutting WGAS and the pack followed the walkers along the very active tracks looking for trail. A train soon approached and Mudman rushed everyone off the tracks and trail was picked up leading to the 1st BN. It was located at the same spot as the last BN at the previous Batavia Hash next to one of the 3 lakes. I downed a quick Schmitt’s and set out to live hare the rest of the trail. The cooler also had Genny for the FC hash (I figure they must like it since they have it at every hash) and Molson Light that I accidentally bought last time I hared.
Trail crossed back over the tracks to Dewitt Rec and out towards Cedar St. slipping under a fence and over to a brownfield and into the shiggy. The shiggy emptied onto Florence Ave to a check where I could screw around with footprints in the snow, which worked in confounding the pack for a bit. Trail was eventually picked up again down Harvester to Main and my favorite; the Singapore Back Check leading to the tunnels in the industrial area and the 2nd BN. We were joined by a rottweiler that kept cumming back looking for a beer. There was plenty of graffiti on the walls including a phone number for Josh who apparently needed to be told he was gay. Horse Jerker called and Josh answered so HJ told him he was gay. It was on in from there to warm up and circle up.
Everyone changed out of their icy clothes and Mudman started the circle around the pool table. After the hares, Goo was called back in for her birthday and all January birthdays had to crawl through the never ending Flour City Mill, getting their asses paddled. Nice Ass Mom’s co-worker joined us for a down down and we were on to accusations which included: hashing 2 days in a row, driving in from Boston and Toronto, short cutting, peeing on trail, technology on trail, r*cing, sitting in the circle, molting in the circle, being bald in the circle, r*ce gear, sliding in the playground, hash crash, technology in the circle, and latecummers. A wacky drunk blonde that had to pee really bad joined us for Alouette and we were on out to O’Lacy’s for excellent Pub Food. I think everyone made it over there for great beer and great cheap food. Thanks to everyone for celebrating Goo’s birthday! Looking forward to Psyche I’m a Dyke's farewell / birthday hash next week!
Here’s the actual trail run: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3397716
| | Posted by sscrash on Wednesday, January 06 @ 20:10:15 CST (25 reads) (comments? | Score: 0) | | | | | | This is like the game 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon.
How many Hashers does it take to run a hash in 8* weather in snowy East Aurora? 10? 15? 20? 25? Let me count -- Bangs, FFF, Head Dispenser, Blows My Monkey, SS Crash, Too Good to be Goo, Hare Lama, One Night Hand, Just Bob, Jungle Pits, Pink Cosmo, Gazelleria, Fertilize Her, Trust Me it Won't Spread, Vagitarian, Inverted Camel Toe, Dr FAL, Dr Tyrone Dingleberry, Mudman, Robin's Wood, Runs Both Ways, Yeah!, Gorby, Bishop 2-2, Unknown Grizzly Guy and at least a few others, including a Just xxx who went to Holidaze.
Trail set out from Openers Bar, which should be renamed Closers Bar, since they were closed! Closed from losing their f'ing liquor license. F'ing underage drinkers. Can't they just break open their parent's liquor cabinet like the rest of us? Anyway, so, a cold start for the pack. The hare ran live out of the parking lot around Knox Farms. A beautiful park, recently donated to the State for Tax Purposes.
On-On to the open fields, 6" snow and -10* wind chill. No problem for hashers. Just keep following the blue f'ing chalk and the white tailed deer who were scared out of the forest by the live hare. Past the horse pastures, past the pile of dead brush, over a fence and through another field marked "No entrance, Private"
Taking that sign as more of an opinion, the trail soon led to some woods. These were good, because they were out of the wind and on some ski trails. Ski trails led to checks, which led to more marks (it was a live hare, let us remember). On-On around and about the woods to a clearing, some more woods, a bridge, and then a BN. (see photo).
Beer, hot chocolate with (Bailey's, Whiskey) and some chatting. Soon, on-on from the Winter Wonderland to the Big House of Knox Farms. Chocolate Pudding Shots, Chat with State Employees and Chicago. And thanks god for FFF and his biking cronies. On-On to the Estate Pond, Horse Barn and broken down fences where the majority of the pack missed the best photo oppurtunity e.v.e.r. (Dr Tyrone, please post!!!). On-on to Bowen Road, and the back-ass way to the On-In.
What can I say about the On-In? Fire, heat, pool, hot-tub, beer, chips, ball-wars, beer, circle, renaming, attempted naming, Flour City, Goo's birthday, Chippendales, Jungle Pits, Just Bob (aka Double Sided D*ck), and a freaking great time.
A shitty time was had by all and thanks to our host and hostess - Jungle Pits and Just Bob. Cum hash again!!
| | | | | | | Starry Starry Niagara Night Hash - Niagara-on-the-Lake, Nov 12, 2009 | | Here's a write-up by Oakville hasher ET:
Starry Starry Niagara Night Hash - Niagara-on-the-Lake, Nov 12, 2009
Hares: Donkey-Ho-Té, Mouthful of Girlfriend, Mount me in the Mud, assisted by the splendid and vociferous Jussst-Kelly
This being advertised as an unofficial Pre-lewd to the Hogtown Annalversery Weekend, a motley crew attended this lewd event in the lovely town of Niagara-on-the-Lake, formerly known as Newark and the first capital of Upper Canada. Being totally in the dark, except for my very useful $-store headlights, (head, who said head) I may have overlooked some hashers, but so far I counted the following attendees, not including above hares: from august Oakville H3: Two Jugs, Oral Sox, Black Widow, More Dick Please and Backslash, also OH3 Falls residents Phart, ET, Bonkers and MoHo; Hogtown's Drinks Like a Girl, and Rochester's Mudman and Robin Wood, and from Buffalo, after all it was a Buffalo Hash, Soup and some nameless jusssst-characters. So let's say 20, which was not too deliriously bad for a weeknight outa town. Any other Buffalo buffoons that I ever knew or met were too busy diddling to attend.
It being 6:30 in the eve, it was a dark, dark, and starry night. Some comments were made about the amount of starriness at the start-up location, and some smartasses actually knew the names of same, the North Star and Youranus, Your Big Dip and my ass is a star. We hate these know-it-alls, but never mind. Then we had a chalk talk, proffered by main hare Donkey-Ho-Té, explaining the unusual Yankee way of marking, and this bit about backtracking certainly came in handy later. Our valiant knight confessed he was from Pittsburgh, but that "he liked to hang around in this area". No wonder, since it was rumoured that he got laid while laying trail, but of this I was not a first-hand witness. It being a live hare trail, we now would have another chance of seeing him with his pants down, unless he was coming or going too fast. So giving the hares some slack, we waited around a bit, singing the Father Abraham anthem, being disappointed with the lack of knowledgeable lyricists, drinking the superior Canadian beer, and munching cookies and such. Some comment was made about an idiot on a motor cycle - turns out this was Soup on the way to his NOTL hotel. And how did said Soup get to the hash, the starting point of which was definitely a ways from his accom? Yup, he ran, can you believe it, a hasher who actually runs. I think this definitely depleted his gas tank, since for most of the hash he was at the back of the pack. And yes, just down, very steeply down, from the parking lot was the afore-advertised Smuggler's Cove, whence illegal booze had a habit of being smuggled Stateside during Prohibition, but no, we did not stumble down that path and probably into the Niagara River; it was heretoafter ignored. Too bad, it woulda been fun to see some hashers dunking in the water, but alas this falling down drunk path was apparently not on the hares' radarscreen.
Having loaded up with enough frigid beer and junk we figured it was time to take off, never mind the 12 minute-head-start (head, who said head) was not up yet. After nearly killing myself tripping over a little parking lot pole, let's face it, I love Poles, but not the short stubby ones, we got across the road, over a little bridge in the middle of nowhere, and onto the property of Peller Estates Winery. This establishment being cheapyos and not handing out free samples on a previous hash occasion, it was just as well that they were closed for bizniz. But nicely lit-up. So on we stumble through the dark, but it must be said that flour marks, in other jurisdictions also known by the name of anthrax, were copious and everywhere. We headed into the woods, like the ones Robin likes to frequent, and boy/girlfriend was it doggone dark! We heard yelling, singing, and dogs barking. Good thing we had the valorous Soup with us, since we were trailing badly, but finally caught up to the first beer stop, in the parking lot of Fort George, in the past variously occupied by the Canayuns and the Yanks, and now by a bunch of bi-lateral hashers who only fight each other to get to the last beer. More stubby, but pointy poles at the fort, alas not visible from our vantage. I had not even time to take a leak and drink my beer, and off we were again into the lovely town of NOTL. So here we go on, and on, this way and that, into the picturesque and architecturally attractive town, normally a hyped-up tourist destination, with people pushing you offa the sidewalk, but on a cool November night it was quiet, very quiet. We ran hither and fro, following this abundance of marks, until some front runner got to a false trail mark - stating 12 marks back. This being an unusual Yankee hash feature, Canayuns had some problem figuring it out, going back 11 or 13, but finally getting back on track, albeit into the cemetery of the old St. Mark's Church, which was formerly built in 1791 but then burned down by those damn Yankees in the war of 1812, but us Canayuns got our comeuppance and burned down the White House in revenge. O.K.., so it was bingo night in the church hall, but those layabout louts burning smokes had seen nothing, just nothing, no Yankee soldiers or Yankee hares or nothing. All this while Oral Sox was lamenting "where is Black Widow, where is Black Widow, he is always the front runner and knows where to go, and we haven't heard hide nor hair from him for the last half-hour".
Aha, ET having heard a hare proclaim that "the next beer stop is a bar", she just instinctively in her guts knew that this bar had to be the Angel Inn, the oldest acting Inn in Ontario (1789) because, lets face it, there are not too many bars open in NOTL on a November Thursday that would let in hashers, so it just had to be.... Well, never mind, the pack ran around in circles and circles down the streets around said Inn, but then, there we were, and who wuz knocking on the Inn window, beckoning us inn, no, not the ghost of Captain Swayze, who also haunts the premises, but the lost Black Widow and Mudman, who were not lost at all, but had caught up with the beer vehicle and hares, and sure enough got a head start on Angel Beer (head, who said head). Fortunately, more beer was called for from the maids, so that all thirsty gullets could be lubricated, and subsequently bladders eliminated.
And on on we go after that, ET declaring that she knew the shortest way to the chariots and sure enough, the front running basterds ran to and fro and all over the damn place, but slow and steady is the turtle and we get back to the beginning at the same time as those following real marks, except for having to stop for a peestop.
So then we have down downs for the lousy hares, who, it must be said, did an excellent trail in the dark, although it is suspected that a daytime reconnaissance had been executed priorly. More down downs and down downs, a confession that some Buffalo hasher hussies were partying their way on to the Hogtown Hash and an invitation to celebrate this fact at Captain Butlers Bar, but since we were already inebriated enough and some had a long ways home, it is not clear how many attended, but no doubt it was a good party, although probably not so good as Friday the 13th in Port Dover, when Soup and 10,000 other motorcycles congregated on the Shores of Lake Erie. Well, those damn Yankees always know how to find a good party!
On on
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| | Posted by sscrash on Thursday, November 19 @ 19:42:13 CST (67 reads) (comments? | Score: 0) | | | | | | |
