Welcome to this very exciting run blog! We did not have a circle or charges this week as the party started too early and we had too much fun!
From my blurry memory, the day went as follows...
The spooky scary bunch of hashers met at City Ovel Hotel and boarded the party bus. We had beers handed out and some sexy waitresses (Mountie and GILF) came to hand out a range of scary snacks. The bus rolled on, showing us the scary sights of Ballarat, all the way out to my original spiritual homeland, Smythesdale. Some brave hashers ran along the Rail Trail, some like me, running with warm beers in hand and fishnets falling off!
Trail led us to the bar inside Smythesdales very own, Court House Hotel, and more beers were consumed. Someone called ON ON and the bus was filled again, the party was not over yet!
We continued rolling along, away from Ballarat and landed in my second spiritual home, Linton!!! The publicans' eyes widened as we bombarded them with our looks, our drinking ability and (later) our dance moves.
Waiting for us a young handsome man stood with a guitar and microphone, silly man didn't know what was coming for him! Photos show evidence of Eagle Rock being played, I have no comments at this time.
What happens next, not even I could tell you! Beers, wine, and a very sad, soggy, red wine-soaked game of pool. Massive, and I mean MASSIVE, meals at such cheap prices and eventually a bus ride back to Ballarat. (On which Nair might have thrown up into an empty chip bag but nothing has been confirmed yet..)
In summary, we all had such a lovely and spook-tastic evening. Big 'Thank Yous" to our lovely GM, Teflon, and his gaggle of amazing helpers. We are so lucky to have you all, the work you all put into Sov Hash does not go unnoticed.
ON ON Pink Bits
