“We make a living by what we get; we make a life by what we give.” ~Winston Churchill
About 8 o’clock, Friday night, by the living jingo! Murdering smog slows down for a few days and nights by the wind as one and only solution. More than ten hashers gather at restaurant within easy reach of Paddy’s bar. The old running site is slobbering over a brand-new joy. Red Snatcher volunteers herself to be the first hare. Lookee as expected, Six Kuai Short as FM GM pans out her as a tip of his bottle stops gyrating to point at her in a starting circle. She disappears in a twinkling. The hashers hold up a 10-min laissez faire and then march off to chase her. Bypassing behind Paddy’s to move into a darkish alleyway and zigzag through a residential quarter to a busy street. But a tuft of flour at the crossing corresponds to a mark of Open Check because it’s not a strip of flour to direct a bearing clearly. Soon Dry Hole shouts out On On along northerly street. And observing Fetus Envy to squeeze in a small group of walkers like Karate, SKS, Just Nancy, Charlie Peanut and another hash dog. On left to a narrow lane, the first beer stop is found by rights and a bunch of latecomers come on the scene in ecstasies such as Agent Orgy, Oral Diary, Rainblow Bush and What the Fluff. AO gives utterance to Split Head with haw-haw, “You named Split Head? My brother titled Shit Head.” “Do you know what meaning my Hash name is?” she resumes in proud array. SKS spins out Circle K to be the second hare and he pops off in pitchy hutongs.
Striking up the road and lighting out full tilt via the alleys and streets. Whoosh! A brisky shadow flashes past, she’s Sink & Destroy. Whiz! He’s DH. Birr! She’s OD. Just The Tip dresses a business suit to race along. In the rear, some drag through a snaky and crowded bumpy trail in the dark with the marks on the outlook, like Heart On, Comes More Often, Sweet & Furry, RB, etc. Crossing a stream of traffic and turning right and right to hit the second beer stop. The minutes later, the walkers arrive as well. SKS singles out Pickle Boy to be the third hare with a whirly bottle and he confirms direction to restaurant and loses no time to peg along business zone and embassy area that’s as familiar as everyone. Sure enough, all hashers very soon loop back to restaurant. SKS brings bottles of mulled wine to reward every hasher in circle in front of restaurant. Filthy Habit springs up for latecomer and Pre-Lube leads a virgin as latest comers. DH adorns with green afro hairpiece to attract attention in proper season. A company of virgins and hashers accept a stainless steel opener for a fine present. Blister Fister as RA fetches out his phone to take stock of anecdote and sings Hash songs with FE drinking a full draft beer bubbler from Paddy’s in the end. Most stay to eat local rich food. Another tableful local diners approach to drink together with hashers for DH’s festival headgear. And then heading to celebrate Paddy’s the 8th anniversary with much more hashers full of taproom, drinking and dancing and caking accompanying with high-voltage music to blast out convulsion of delight all night long.
At Saturday night at XL bar, a fancy Hash Christmas party is being taken place on schedule yearly and well-nigh an overnight revelry afresh. A team of Tianjin hashers and majority of Beijing hashers jointly (approx 100 attendees) have a stirring hashing night in which most swop Christmas gift and guzzle sumptuous supper and flow of drinks. Some get their heads down for a nap either being worn to be a frazzle or drunk as a lord, such as Bearded Clam, Dark Shaft, Sink & Destroy, Finger My Dough and so on. More significantly, whacking out an announcement of new Mismanagement Members after weeks of voting far and wide. In addition to keeping same members of other positions, validating with congratulation that novel Grand Masters of Sunday Hash go for Six Kuai Short and Agent Orgy, novel Religious Advisors of Sunday Hash go for Lost in Marks & Spencer (remaining) and Blister Fister. Hereby articulating a special thanks for our outgoing GMs, Bearded Clam and Pussy Nibble who worked for a tacit collaboration and a tripping leadership for other mismanagers in offering a qualified service for the hashers in the past one year. Likewise, being convinced that our novel GMs and RAs and other mismanagers as well as the hashers would roll out a more salutary Hash event with unalloyed pleasure and dainty things of Hash nation and resist the cold world in bewildering relationship of public and private to distraction. Cheerie!
In the afternoon of Sunday, Hashing is going on…
On On…
Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
December 15, 2015
