A September to Remember - 1st day
(Red Dress Hash)

Sept 1st, 2006

Hare: Too Old to Be Sexy

To kick off our September to Remember event, we met at Mercer Law School. There was a fairly large pack for our Red Dress pub crawl. Most of the usual suspects were there, including some of our “regular” out of towners: Pink Pussy, Nutcracker, and Hasta (although I’m not sure he counts.) After most of us assembled, our motley crew followed Too Old to Cum Shot and Head First’s house where there was a keg! Some pre-pub imbibing too place after Banana Slit and BHN passed out our souvenir cups. Rectal held a mini circle to encourage drinking (no encouragement was really needed) and many pictures were taken.

Suddenly we were off again like a herd of wild turtles to the first bar. We descended like locusts the Acapulco. There, Pink had her red dress signed by the bartender and we crashed some poor guy’s birthday party. Jungle picked up some truly clueless scary guy who followed her around like a puppy dog the rest of the night.
From there it was on to the Rookery. An outside bar facilitated our drunkenness. Since it was also First Friday, there was live music outside. Pink had her dress signed by another 2 bartenders and the band members. We got lots of stares and many questions and even handed out a few cards.

Soon we were off to the Hummingbird for more libations. Woo and Too Old took a table in the corner and those of us foolish enough to wear high heels (Been There and Dok) soon joined them. Much alcohol was consumed and Jungle thought it would be a good idea to stand on a bar stool to take pictures of the crowd. She almost fell off and killed herself. Rectal spent half the night with his red dress around his waist. Jungle’s scary virgin puppy dog was still following her around and showed up in an awful lot of pictures. BHN ended up baby sitting RR and BB after both had consumed too much.

Many hashers called it a night at that point, going home to prepare for the super trail the next day. The diehard drunks among us retired to O’Malley’s in WR to drink more and shoot some pool. Helen finally kicked us out at 2 am, at which point we went to BB’s house with a thought to finish the keg. At one point, Franken was so drunk that when he bent over to put his shoes on he farted and wondered who had done it. As dawn was breaking over the trees those few of us sober enough took the other’s home for a precious few minutes of sleep until the next round of debauchery.

~ Dok