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Time:
Midafternoon, May 10, 2015
Scene:
Jiajialou restaurant, Caochangdi Artistic Area, eastern outside 4th ring road, Beijing.
Epiphany:
This is consecutive third year of Red Dress Run in the rain. In acknowledgement of accurate computation from the hares and RAs for climate change to render Wet Red Dress Run once again.
Close-up:
At the first glance, Finger My Dough whose limpid face has been beyond all recognition with glittering blond periwig and lurid lips as well as piercing eyes expression mensed by dark eye shadow in a plain red minidress; Comes on Vacation who then presents her delicate taste in annual Red Dress Run by which claret cowboy hat matches a sliver shiny curly hairpiece and a string of red pearls on her neck as well as a pair of string long mitten with bracer; fleshly West Side Farter baring the upper part of his body and a tiny red heart is anointed in the middle of a horizontal line of his a pair of shamefaced nipples pasted by two red stellar stickers that whelms his pink block wig and scarlet underpants; Urine Trouble’s feature is spiced a refined countenance by a makeup collocating with a ruby choker and red suspender skirt; Transylvestite’s red petticoat layers lower hems with his light cosmetic cheek that shows a kind of grace; Damaged Goods putting on a simple red dress and long cordiform necklace betrays her mainden complex; Crash Test Dummy who attires a gules cellular corset and the bosom changes into useful chest pocket; Just Jonathan and Just The Tip come close to have clothes clashes with backless costume, but JTT crams plump boobs; Just Yogi’s unrolling long hair is more arrestive than her red piece; Heart On wearing Christmas clothes is up to prinking the hashers; Is It In goes out of his way from Germany to join Beijing Red Dress Run with an understated crimson one after he disappeared for three years; Pickle Boy capping a red blowup wiggery apparels a red one-piece; Dry Hole as hare dinks his vegan body with a red inwrought chirpaur combining with his long purple switch; CumShot as hare is busy with documenting Hash cash; Dazed and Confused touts souvenir edition T-shirts by an auction for Leukemia’s fundraising, and otherwise. Recreational spectrum oversteps transvestitism.
Event:
As a matter of fifty ostentatious hashers splash through drippy alleyways endlong in ceaseless rain and questioningly ask how the heck the mark in the water can be seen? Sink and Destroy dashes away to check out everywhither. Feel bound to get wet today although some unfold certain umbrellas. An expanse of reddened hashers overflow into puddly alleys to move on and off for a long time. Bearded Clam as GM flourishes a chic Bitch Ferule made of a quality feather to bustle the hashers to locate the mark; CTD finally hails for On On in the corner of the end of a hutong that’s a melting flour mark lying on damp ground and then leads up to additional poky alleyway down a puny crossing. HO starts to sing S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L. But still feel drawn to wetness. Faraway calling for a way out brings the hashers to other wide alleys. The locals’s ardor for clicking the pictures for the hashers with scream and laugh are more drastic than rustling sound of Jupiter Pluvius. Swagger through diverse alleyways to hit first beer stop at a corner in droves. Chokes One Out pipes up a melodious cantus with the bugle that wins acclamation of the hashers; Pekinsky Bikinsky as latecomer hoists a flowery umbrella for covering her blossomy youth and so forth.
No amount of rainwater washes away liveliness of the hashers and instead go off into a prolonged triumph in wading across rinsing thoroughfare, sodden woods, desolate railway and slushy slopes and growing more radiant with freshness under a guidance of DH as hare. So be it! Such an itinerant pageantry! Rove them such as Bring Me Young, Just Rory, Just Kara, Benz Over, First Down, Sweet and Furry, Tits Bull, Red Snatcher, Shaven Not Stirred, Dark Shaft, Super Squirter, Easy Rider, Creamy Lips, unbeknownst and newcomers. In a twinkling, approximating to an art exhibition area and a bunch of walkers were staying under the two big beach umbrellas for a shelter from rain. Beforehand drinks and water relax the hashers. The most step in a spacious gallery to look around a photos show. Once being out of the hall, chilly and clammy breeze urges the hasher to take the road. Even so the bodies emit steam and the mouths breathe vapour that can be eyeballed clearly, jumping in and through pools of sumps to splatter on the hashers stirs up a spasmodic convulsion on one’s account and bringing tipsy influence to bear on good-humored gallantry by thunder. Erelong pick out an alleyway to restaurant after coursing through somewhat streets. The locals’s cheering for the hashers welcomes through a winding alleyway to restaurant. A preparation for a moment later on, a séance-like circle is summoned indoors. Nut Pirate comes along for a circle only.
Climax:
Crowned GMs, BC and Pussy Nibble in succession emcces the sidelights for packed red hashers as per procedure, for three hares, seven newcomers and a few latecomers with Hash songs and small presents. The tumult from over-excitements is submerged by Mismanagers’s contingency grip peremptorily. PN standing on a chair in circle yells out her husband election out of six candidates and so singles out two competents such as PB and WSF with award of sausage and ham that seems to prove the matriclan is from a starting point to a finishing point via spiral climb like a hashing trail; D&C holds a bedpan to treat with special hashers for a swill; 007’s like a dramatic cuttle-fish to spread a huge floorcloth to wrap up some hashers to shrill a hide-and-seek; DH’s amulet of winkle-shaped wine set suckles Shitface Cockmaster to a ticklish Whiskey; Muscles from Brussles as hare volunteers co-BeerBirtch with SF CM and PB to serve the hashers; for sure, DH’s Hash songs renew a tirl of joint drinkings without interruption that rests with one’s composure; Lost in Marks and Spencer functions as RA to precent a chorus of Swing Low in the end. On that score, unfailing aureole of Hashers shines in glory at the bottom of taking pleasure in helping people.
Finale
Over the half enjoy to a sumptuous local dishes. S&D has to be chaperoned by hashers to home; 007 dances faceless pullup on the ground with constant rumbling groan. Do believe little-known fetching episodes are being staged somewhere. In all events, the hashers who are on site experience a meaningful and memorable boff.
P.S. herewith thank for a farewell party at Saturday night for CoV, COO and UT purveyed at CL’s cosy and roomy home, lush dinner cooked by SnS, RS, DG, CL,etc., a pristine music played by Just Sam and UT, as well as heady time produced by over twenty dynamic dancing hashers.
On On…
Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
May 12, 2015
