Chiang Mai Saturday Hash House Harriers
Drinking and Running Since 1991
Hash Trash 1557 Grand Master – Skid Mark Haberdasher – Snail Trail
Historian & Awards Master – Superman Hash Cash – Chatterbox
Joint Master – Just Cumming Beer Monster – Deep Throat
Religious Advisor – Chuck Wao Hare Raiser – Bushy Tail
Deputy Beer Monster – Sheep Shagger On Sec.– Stumbling Dyke
Animal Dinner
One of the great paradoxes of hashing is that many of us only ever see each other on run days. As a result, when we meet we are always wearing run apparel and never see one another in normal clothes. This anomaly was put to rights last Friday as it was the occasion of this year’s Animal Dinner. There was a Caribbean theme to the event with many sporting casual beach wear while others kept up the long held tradition of taking this opportunity to get into their glad rags. A special mention must go out to Cummalot who was modeling a stunning creation from her own personal line of haute couture which, to my untrained eye, wouldn’t have seemed out of place on the catwalks of Milan or Paris; a very impressive example of the seamstress’ art, proving what a bunch of truly talented hashers we have in Chiang mai. The organizers of this year’s Soiree Were Bushy Tail and Superman and the venue was the Mellowship pub at the Ibis Hotel on the Canal Road.
The food laid on by the hotel was augmented by many scrumptious additions courtesy of the harrietts. Would you expect anything else! Just over 30 people turned up for the evening’s shenanigans all expecting a Champagne reception, as clearly stated on the ticket, but were disappointed in particular Chuck Wao who considered it a major bone of contention marring the evenings festivities. Superman’s line of defense was that some people were allergic to bubbles and therefore they had to opt for a less effervescent grape beverage in the guise of bog standard, Jacob’s Creek, white wine. He maintained the price differential hadn’t been a consideration.
After everyone had partaken of the sumptuous repast, it was time for the highlight of the evening. As the Animal Dinner is always a numbered run, tradition stipulates that a run on the evening has to be set and completed. This year was no exception and Superman picked up the mantle of hare. I’m not sure whether a co hare was involved. There was a wimp – Rambo option for this run, heaven knows why, as the run itself entailed running out of the restaurant into the parking garage and back again not even leaving the environs of the hotel. The hotel security guard seemed a little fazed and confused by what was going on. He probably hadn’t seen that amount of people at the hotel for quite some time. Anyway the run itself was about 73 meters in length and the FRBs were back in under a minute. I think the wimp option was not doing the run at all.
After the run we all settled down to a bit of live music and somewhat embarrassing dancing from us old geezers but suffice it to say a good evening was had by all. Many thanks must be extended to the organizers and all who contributed to another successful and memorable Animal Dinner.
Run # 1558
The hares for the Saturday run Were Chuck Wao and Turkish. The night before had seen Chuck Wao exceed his usual 3 beer rule. I’m sure he must have had a few regrets in regards to his over indulgence when faced with having to set the run early the next morning. On the other hand, Turkish would have been’ as fresh as a daisy’ not having partaken in the previous evening’s revelry. The location was at that restaurant, still under construction, atop a small hill about 12 km along the Canal Road. We were at this A bucket last October and were afforded a spectacular panoramic view of the locality. But at this time of year the view extends to no more than murky, dirty and depressing pollution.
About 30 of the ever faithful Saturday hashers turned out for today’s offering. Although I have to report there was a decided air of apathy among those assembled due to having attended the Animal Dinner and suffering the inevitable consequences.
Anyway we all set off into the forest at a very sedate pace with very few volunteers stepping up to do much checking. This area has many excellent trails although very dry and dusty at this time of the year. It’s surprising how much of a difference a drop or two of rain makes to the hashing environment. We soon came to the wimp – rambo split and I noticed many of the younger contingent despite their exuberance of youthful athleticism took the wimp option; Whereas I of a more aged and corpulent disposition took the Rambo trail. Having said that, this occurrence was put right in the allocation of the wings as they were awarded to yours truly. As for the run there wasn’t really much to report other than is was a good workout along good running trails and a great antidote to the excesses of the Animal Dinner. Well done guys..
OnOn Stumbling Dyke…