It started with a little hunting for the exact location, and the usual hurdles (every ATM broken in a 5 mile radius, some lost Hashers, the runnable perimeter of the park blocked off for a sales event..) but once underway it was good. The trails were a little short but very lowly rated. There was a skittish cow and a traverse through a puddled rodeo ring. Sir Acting Semen showed us how it used to be done in the 18th century, climbing up the side and kicking hashers into the puddle!
It was a shiggy trail.
Once safely back at our quincho, we circled and did our thing. Lots of irrelevant business about hasherdashery, sins, rules, and what-not ensued. It was not pretty, as Sir Acting Semen, in true Imam fashion, dictaminated, and we suffered warm beer down-downs for having no host for the next time, until a kind-hearted NoName Lorena relented and offered her dwelling as the site of the next cabal. Thank you, NNL, for saving us from the righteous ire of Imam Sir Acting Semen...
Finally, to cap off the ritual, we celebrated the bravery (or tomfoolery) of NoName Anthea with a naming.
Welcome to the fold, CockLess Monster! (She's a Scot, you see...) - Maybe one of these will make you feel better:
Relieved to have the whole circle thing over with, choripan and recreational beer time was upon us, but the academics in the circle would not be dissuaded easily, Here they are, having an argument about the proper placement of hands-on-hips:
It's OK - the argument ended on friendly terms (this time), and so, since we didn't manage to create any altercations on our own, a beer-pong game against the neighboring quincho seemed like the logical next step, instigated by Glory Hole, an Argentine spy (naturally):
It was fun. Our neighbors were titanic cheaters, but that seems to come with the territory - they just needed to claim victory, even if deep down inside they knew otherwise. More work for their therapists... Notice Sleeping Beauty's stylish Hash socks.
So all in all it was a good hash, and more will follow.
-Your friendly local GM,
On on! =========================Original Announcement=========================
November 22nd has been quite an eventful day in history. No less than the 46th anniversary of the first interracial TV kiss, between Uhura & Kirk, and the 40th anniversary of Palestine's recognition by the UN General Assembly (coincidence? I think not) This time, however, we'll go ahead and focus on the 51st anniversary of the John Kennedy thing because in an insensitive and immature Hash way, why let it die?
|OK - Bad Joke...|
it's just a jump to the left,
and then a step to the right
but one thing is for sure. We'll all have fun like this:
** For the uninitiated:
We are a drinking group with a running problem. If that sounds a little de trop, don't worry. It is. We follow hashing traditions, singing songs, drinking beer, and following silly rules. We start with a ~7k run / 4k walk (your choice), then do our circly ritual, sing some ribald songs, and finally we relax, and eat a little. This time we're expecting 10-25 hashers. Come check it out, or join us next time, in 2 weeks.
**For those who have never been to this location
Parque Padre Hurtado, known to locals alternately by its former name, "Parque Intercomunal de La Reina" is located roughly here, at Francisco Bilbao 7865. It is serviced by the 225, C05, and D11 buses from Tomas Moro (near Metro Los Domonicos). I believe the 225 bus goes there directly from the Metro stop.
Be warned that, of course, the entrance is not at the address, but on the south side of Bilbao around the corner of Curaco, here.
It costs some 500CLP to enter the park!
Once inside, go straight south 2 in-park blocks, turn west, and we will be at an as-yet-indeterminate gazebo, or quincho in that general area. You can PM hosts on Facebook or Meetup to get phone numbers so you can call us once there if you have a hard time locating us, but we generally look like this:
and so should not be too hard to spot.