Madison Hash House Harriers

April 14, 2007

HASH HISTORY - Las Vegas Road Trip

While MadTown was reeling from a freak mid-April snowstorm, LORENA CARROT dragged the oh-so environmentally conscious BEER NUTS (kicking and screaming) to the least-green place on earth — Sin City. The Rat Pack gathered at a Henderson bar called Tee Shots to greet visiting hashers: 8 guys from Edmonton (eh?), Canada, one dude from Montana, one Atlanta Black Sheep couple (who got hitched on the Strip the night before and went to the hash for their honeymoon!), and the two beer snobs from Wisconsin, who discovered why they were told to bring headlamps despite the alleged 3 p.m. start time. Can you say “sundown-in-the-desert”? The live hares were blessed including splashing them with flour. After a challenging run and an HOUR of ceremonies (Downs-downs were performed by pouring whatever beer amount you wanted into a bed pan and then drinking from the sacred vessel; All Visitors need to perform a song, tell a joke or show a body part. LC did the Don’t mess my hairdo song and BN did the W song), the MH3ers — hopelessly disoriented by endless mounds of sand surrounding the hash circle — begged a hasher with wheels to save them and headed for the on-in near Green Valley Ranch, accompanied by BABY CARROT. Another HOUR later, after killing the ceremonial keg, the Rat Pack finally appeared, and the merriment resumed. Vivaaaaaaaaaa Las Vegas!