Date: 28th March 2022
Hashers: 2162
Committee Run at Harbour
22 Hashers rocked up to Mulherrin Park at the harbour, supposedly held at the big concrete crocodile, but since this seemed to be too far away for the mob, we moved closer to the toilet block, which also happened to be closer to the beer…..no brainer!
The mob milled around talking assorted shit, when Wheelie turned up in a different car, guided by yet another carer…. AshRae (hope the spelling’s right.
Hare Daffodil announced the run, which started at the croc, but we was at the dunny, so the whole lot of us short-cutted from the very start. Off we went anyhow, heading towards the surf club and into gardens and sand dunes as was to be expected at the harbour. Eventually the mob returned, where everyone tried to give me money, not believing this was a freeby Committee run. Fork and Corgi produced some bread, bikkies, dip which the hoard gobbled down…. Then the circle was called by the eminent Monk, who had trouble reading his own notes due to lack of lighting. Finally got going, only to be drowned out by local Harley Hoons having a loudest exhaust competition.
Daffodil was called forward for a hare down down. Charges ensued which saw down downs thrown about to Paw Paw, Rarebit and Titanic, Fork, JCF and Wheelie’s new helper AshRae…. I think that was all, may have missed some. Tonguer told a joke, which seemed to fall flat, so I tossed one in about a gynecological mechanic. The song was sung and the mob settled into the beer, only to have the Harley Hoons return, to prove that a Harley can rattle windows with a twist of the throttle.
Corgi and Fork rustled up some nosh… pulled lamb and veggies and bread rolls… very chompy.
More bullshit was bandied about, until folks started to wander off home. All in all, a very pleasant evening in idyllic surrounds!
Next week I’ll introduce you to a few small hills around The White House On The Hill.
See ya then.
