Since I got two versions of what happened in the last Hash, here's Hare's & RA's view of the 971st Hash (a little comparative literature haven't killed anyone yet...):
Version 1 - by the Hare(s):
We have gathered in southern tel aviv, an intimate group of intrepid, devoted, determined Hashers.
Beer was greatly mismanaged, after the threat of no beer, the trunks of two cars were filled with the mineral essence ...
The hare for the special event was directly flown in from Switzerland and made it through the low flying rockets in time. Supported by the enchanting co-hariette a great 5 k run was excellently, wonderfully, outstandingly (judged by the two hares) prepared.
The run looped through neve Tzedek and half pointed at the nearly deserted seaside. The walking hare - already half way drunk - was waiting for the pack and offered the hand carried beer - what a blast. For unknown reasons the small pack attracted the attention of the few pedestrians, who tried to enjoy their Saturday afternoon stroll... After a well performed "Father Abraham" the pack continued back to the parking - not before climbing all available stairs of Old Jaffa - following a non existing saying in Switzerland: "If you have small hills only, climb them twice".
Finally we made it back, smiling and happy.
As we circled back together we heard an alarm followed by a live interception. We got wet, enjoying refreshing 3 seconds of rain.
Drinking A countless number of down downs, enjoying a wet shirt contest, we felt sorry for those remaining at their secured, boring cities*.
*The 5 k was not the distance in km, but the amount of flour used in kg...
Version 2 - by the RA:
We circled up in a parking lot in south Tel Aviv. Although we were a small group, we were extremely good looking.
One of the Hares who is visiting from the Frankfurt Hash surprised us with his apparel. He had a fabulous set of boobs and a skirt.
We took off through Neve Tzedek and went up and down lanes there and through the Dallal Center and into the park where another Hare was waiting for us with Beers.
After singing "Jack the Necrophiliac", re-hydrating and scaring passers by with our good looks, we continued for a little jaunt down the beach and ran up and down every single step in Old Jaffo. We returned back to the parking lot for more refreshments of chips and beer. That is when the fun really began.
First off, it rained and we continued the circle with a large purple umbrella. We managed to save the potato chips from sogginess. Just as the rain the stopped, the sirens started blaring and we grabbed our beers and headed for cover under a local apartment building. We peeked out and saw the rocket get taken out by the Iron Dome. Really unbelievable.
We continued the circle under the apartment building much to the amusement of some Israelis who had sought cover with us.
The potato chips were also saved from the rocket.
It was a great Hash.
So on we go to the...
Hares: STD and Swans
FRB: Pig woman
DFL: Deliverance
Misnaming: Double Entry and Deliverance
Misbehaving in Vegas: Captain Caveman
Flip Flop Run: Double Entry
Best Rack: Swans
No Race Bling: Deliverance
1/2 Marathoners by Accident: Double Entry and Deliverance
...and now for this week's run:
