Date: 30/07/18
Run #1975
Hare: Shocker and Sweetmeat
Venue: Lot 4 Sunset Drive, Erakala
Hashers: 24
24 keen hashers turned up at Shocker’s and Sweetmeat’s new abode. Although the house is complete they still have a lot of yard work and landscaping ahead of them. We walked up the driveway to the road where Shocker gave instructions for the trail. Up the hill to Sunset Drive heading down to Sugar shed Road. I think at this point everybody said oh shit, we have to walk back up this hill later and continued onto Settlers Rise Estate. Seeing Sweetmeats father drive by hinted a piss stop was near, but JCF couldn’t wait and had his own piss stop on a power pole. Eventually we arrived at a kids play ground complete with a fenced off basket ball training area. The piss stop was a tangy/fruity concoction, went down nicely. It was on home and up the hill to have a well earned ale or two. Corgi realised she had lost her car keys somewhere on the run and retraced the trail but no luck, will go back tomorrow in the daylight. Shocker offered a grand tour of the house so off with the running shoes to check out upstairs, very impressive with a great view across the rooftops to the canefields from massive verandah . Returning to the group downstairs we had to find our shoes which had been placed in a line running along the side of the house, out into the carport, Sweetmeats dad was the culprit. The circle was called, while the hares waited for their song, Sweetmeat mentioned she was still waiting for a ring from Shocker, it went downhill from here with Zorro explaining the three rings in marriage, first comes the engagement ring, then comes the wedding ring and if things go pear-shaped then comes the suffering. JCF added his comments regarding the fingering. Tarzan had a drink for falling off his bike while hanging onto JCF’s car, trying to get a tow up the hill. A few jokes were told, the song was sung and the circle closed. Everybody lined up for the delicious spaghetti Bolognese and afterwards congregated around the fire. Is that the time, it’s half past nine, time to go home, another good night from a virgin run venue.
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