Second Run Syndrome; Think you are invincible, get just a little ahead of yourself, and stuff it up.
But who ever said a Real Estate Agent was ever lacking in confidence and chutzpa?
Fascinator had the whole world at his feet, at the favoured Hash venue, on a calm, clear, but cold night, with the run seemingly well set with lots of different coloured chalk. All going well up to a check; (idea) let's have an on back after the check: Gee, that worked well , let's have 3 more on back's at the same check! Let's lose half the pack: that worked well! Let's start setting the trail in a succession of colours impossible for some to see over a distance impossible to run..........
A few made the drink stop. All gathered at the rotunda in Sturt St for the down downs, made more palatable by the need to cuddle the one closest to you to keep warm.
Fluid Movement manned the drinks beautifully, although Spencer Hocking charged the hare as to the wisdom of needing four bags of ice at a drink stop to cater for four runners, when the perceived temperature was -4C. Donuts bagged a welcome back after one week, after missing out recently on being away for four.
Fascinator was screwed by the fill in, with much referencing to his dodgy profession, and a Heavy inspired punch line channelling Bill Haley to the tune of "See you later Fascinator". With some do-wops thrown in by the backing vocals, the rotunda was almost turned into a 1950's dance floor.
Charges worked well, starring Fascinator repeatedly, and ending in Fascinator repeating.
Pluck a Duck was presented with appropriate headwear, reminiscent of the departed chicken hash, but no second coming on the horizon just yet (although jeSOS did drive past the pack tooting his horn before the pack dispersed.....).
There was a succession of birthday charges, to BP for having a birthday, to Pebbles, for keeping the receipts, to Spence, for letting the lass walk to school, to Donuts for blowing on the birthday candles, and to Sillic for being a tight ass prick. Apparently Pebbles, who has a huge dick, is troubled by having a short tongue. Go figure.
A wonderful meal at the Top Eureka was highlighted by SS sharing a bottle of wine from 1998, and Rear Entry demonstrating what a shellfish prick would look like.
Oh, and Spartacus was not wearing shorts.
Next week's run is NOT by Hymen. Rowdy will take over, from the Midlands Golf Club in Heinz Lane, with meal to follow. See you then.
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