Saturday, 20 April 2013
NAME: #122 - The extra hour sleep Hash
HOST : Bi-Weekly Deposit
HARES:Easy as 1-2-3 and amigos/as
TIME: running starts at 2pm. (note early start!)
ADDRESS:Simon Bolivar 5441 Nuñoa (it is house, not apartment)
BBQ : yes! Bring some food and extra drinks for when the hash beer runs out!
Cost : 3 luca for the hash
Metro : Simon Bolivar.
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
One has just entered my head.
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?
This motto was one taken quite seriously by the Hash Fam this past Saturday at Hash #120: The St. Patrick's Day Hash. Our favorite Irish pub Flannery's hosted us in a large (and rather elegant) green tent; a place we've formerly called, "that gross parking lot out back". Really, an incredible transformation.
|Casual Leprechaun is casual.|
|Jig time, time for jigging.|
We were lost within the first 30 seconds.
|Michael has a rare disease in which he gets double arm-boners at the sight of a camera.|
Once back on track, the green-garbed gang enjoyed a
shitty shady jaunt through the rural areas of Providencia and Las Condes. Hares Scrum On My Face and French Polisher even marked the trail with green chalk - just in case you were running along, having come from your local Irish pub, wearing your green shirt and your green accessories, thinking to yourself, "man, what day is it?" You could look down, see some green flour, and HOLY HELL IT'S ST. PATRICK'S DAY I FORGOT.
|The Bouncing Boobie Brigade|
Upon entering a park, the Hashers were greeted with a rare treat - green and orange jello shots!!! Seriously Mark and Nora, bravoo.
|"hooray for jello shots!" said the crowd.|
"I never learned to center a photo!" said the photographer.
Back at Flan's, we had two glorious kegs to drain. A drop or two of food coloring made the beer even more festive, and turned everyone's mouths a disgusting shade of crack-addict-that-gave-up-dental-hygiene green.
The circle was surprisingly succinct this week. All namings were postponed until the next hash, so as to keep the Flannery's artificial grass looking artificial and non-flour-y. But look how many people came!
|such eager little meercats|
Then the post-Hash shenanigans began.
|Dick-with-a-'stache. Someone call Andy Samberg.|
|Hot girls always bend over in photos.|
|The fact that you don't understand static electricity is really working against you here, dog.|
|Hey, Dick-with-a-'stache is catching on!!!|
|"Ima slobber yo face"|
|St. Patty's Day is badass. Pirates are badass. Therefore, by transitive property, Jack Sparrow is not out of place.|
If anyone wants Hasher Dashery, uh...do that shit. Also send Jessica Fryman or myself your pics from the Hash if you want them to be included here.
Ok guys and gals, see you next time. ON ON!