HVH3 #66 Hash Trash "Highway 61 Revisited"
(The Hash Previously known as HVH3 #61)


Happy Valley Hash No. 61
a.k.a." Highway 61 Revisited Hash"

" First of all, lemme preface this Hash Trash - We wuz drinkin'! "

It all began, innocently enough, kind of like a family car ride. Mom and Dad up front, the kids in the back with the pets. But in this case it wasn't mom and dad, it was Cainus Lickus and Comes On Vacation up front and the kids in the back were Anti-Cock and Madame Flutterby. Needless to say we ran outta beer by the time we got to Connecticut. This was a road trip Hash, we was going to New Jersey to Hash with the Summit Hashers. And we did....

The Hash was to begin at the Summit Train Station, an old Erie - Lackawanna train Station, right smack dab in the center of Summit. Start time was 1500HRs, Saturday. We got to Summit kinda early about 1330HRs, so we headed ( Who said....) over to the old Uncle Mikes Bar. Well Uncle Mikes is now an upscale establishment named something else and was not the dive bar of Anti-Cocks mis spent youth. So we followed thee advice of a local and went to a Bar called the Beacon Hill Tavern. Here we consumed mass quantitties of Guiness and other roasted fatty foods, which we discovered later may not be the best way to prep for a Hash Run. From the tavern we dropped off our stuff at COV's friend's apartment in Summit ( Nicky- who earned a Hash Name in Ethiopia, and who's home Hash is Paris) and then moseyed on over to the train station.

At the train station we ran into the Summit Hashers. This was supposed to be a pick-up Hash but someone ( a mystery hare) had laid trail ahead of time. We did an introduction circle and then the good sized pack was off. The trail ran down the tracks and then across them into the shopping center of Summit. We ran thru a parking garage then across Broad Street, then behind the old National Bank. On the far side of the banks parking lot we found the first check, which looked like a Trivial Pursuit game piece. Here the trail was lost for awhile. We checked in many directions for a few blocks, when then a hunting horn was sounded and the Hash was on again. We ran down the street, up a hill thru a parking lot down another street then onto Summit Ave going towards the North ( towards Rte 24) we ran north a ways then turned left into a residential neighborhood. Here is about where we discovered that drinking mass quantitties of Guiness and eating Taylor Ham sandwiches doesn't necessarily constitute a good pre-Hash regimen. But I managed not to hurl (yet) and stumbled on in pursuit of the first beer check. A couple of blocks further on we heard a group of Hashers to our front, so the group I was with short cutted and missed the Beer check. Luckily, we ran into Cainus and Madame Flutterby who realized that they too had somehow run past the beer check, so we backtracked thru a school parking lot past a football field then into some woods with a stream where we found most of the pack, consuming Rolling Rock Ponies and other brewskis.

As cold as it was the beer tasted and felt really good. Soon enough we were on our way again and ran back thru the school grounds, up onto the street where we made a left and started up towards the center of Summit again. Near Douglas Volkswagen ther was a Chicken / Eagle split. COV and I chose the chicken, whereas Cainus and Flutterby took the Eagle. We ran past the old Fair Oaks detox center ( David Crosby's home away from home) and up over the train tracks back into Summit Center. We ended the trail at the start point. Here there was a bag car full of Brewskis. But it ws wicked cold and some of us had to vent the excess beer so we crossed the tracks and went to The Office for the first of way too many potables of the evening. We only stayed at the Office for one beer then we went to Scotty's in Springfield for the On-After.

The On-After: First thing we noticed when we got to Scotty's was that Scotty's has REALLY BIG BEER GLASSES!!! The second thing we noticed was that the bartender ( Who was hot for Flutterby!) was wearing a micro miniskirt and had plenty of cleavage. ( "Can you dig just a little deeper for a really cold one Miss?") We began the on-in circle and we sang many a tarty hasher song. The Summit Hashers asked about the trail, and as is our tradition I replied: "SHITTY TRAIL!!!" [ Doesn't matter how good the trail is, it's always, SHITTY TRAIL] Anyway, I guess that's not their tradition cause they made me do a down down for that. Some of my friends from NJ joined us at the bar, and the Summit H3 MADE them do down downs for being non-Hashing visitors, which only endeared them to the Hashers that much more quickly. Anyway we did various down downs for this or for that. It was alot of fun. One of the things the Summit Hashers made us do was sing a visitors chorus. Ah, I can't remember which song we chose, but I remember it was one we all knew the words to. We did a lot of song singing, and Scotty's isn't exactly a bar that is hasher sortof friendly, although the manager was nice enough to allow us to sing as long as we would stop using the "F- Word" so often. Which we obliged him - for about 3 minutes ( Yogi is a Packers Fan, HATES THE FUCKIN' - FUCKIN" BEARS!!!" - Nice goin' Flutter) Things were going along nicely, all of us drinking liter (or were they two liter?) steins of beers. - When somebody got the bright idea that it was time to start drinking shots. We drank Blue Shots, Brown Shots, Wild Turkey Shots, and thats when things got a wee bit fuzzy. Next thing I remember was when I was puking into Nicky's bathroom sink.

The next morning broke bright and sunny. COV kind of filled us in on the details about leaving Scotty's. Early in the am. Nicky and I picked up Dunkin Donuts Coffee and fresh bagels from the Bagels 4 You on Morris Ave. We also went to Natale's Bakery in Summit for fresh goodies. We sat around her apartment, then we all drove to the Great Swamp for a hangover hike. Which was really nice, but it built up a thirst so we went to the Meyersville Inn for brewskis and Munchies. We started right in again and drank our share of Blackened Voodoo Lagers, Porters, and various stouts. We stayed long enough to watch most of the Eagles/ Tampa Bay game then drove back to Nicky's then got on the road for home. We got as far as the New York border when we had to stop - FOR MORE BEER. then we drove home.

We all agreed it had been alot of fun and that the Summit Hashers were a really fun and inviting group. Thanks Summit H3. I hope we can repay your hospitality some time in the near future. A big thanks to Nicky, for her putting up with our antics for two days, and also a big thankyou to Cainus for cleaning up my spew from Nicky's sink.

On the ride home we held a mismangement meeting to begin discussing our upcumming HVH3 69th run. We also discussed the details for No.62 which will be Sunday, February I thinks it the 2nd? that first weekend in february. It'll be at the Harp at the usual start time of 1400HRs.

Anti-Cock
HVH3 Scribe

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