The following morning after breakfast was the Hangover Hash, another non-official event. Our original plan was for Opee to hare a FILTH trail since it happened to be the day of the full moon and we had so many FILTH Hashers in attendance. After I learned that another Hasher had already scouted a trail, I tried to arrange it so Opee would help lay the trail, but failed to realize that he wanted to prelay the trail before Opee was even awake. So he was off the hook and could run trail with me.
Boar Whore did a great job with the circle. Can’t remember what Strobe did to deserve this down-down, but it surely wasn’t a small offense as it earned him the coveted tea bag: beer served through a dirty sock. Afterwards many of us stuck around to help move the many boxes of leftover wine after a security guard insisted that one of the party tents had to be taken down prematurely. We had originally paid and planned to spend that night at the dorm, but decided to escape the grimness to head back into the city center, so packed up and left after helping out for a bit.
While this was by far the worst organized hash weekend we’d ever attended with the worst venue, food and shirt, we had a great time. Afterwards the organizer posted some statistics: 468 hashers, 4,000 liters of beer, 2,000 bottles of wine, 2 engagements and 0 divorces.
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