Run 2500: Still Running, Still Drinking, Still Questionable

Run No: 2500

At: Cammeray

On Inn: Norths Leagues Club

Hares: Andrea & Andy (aka Chuck & Twin Dicks)

A clear and cool night welcomed the masses (say 100) that turned out for a joint run that also celebrated the Larrikins reaching the historic milestone of 2500 runs.  This large gathering was bathed in the light provided by Venus and Jupiter (not to mention the lanterns provided by Chuck and Brengun).  That said, there was a touch of eeriness as the location, St. Thomas Rest Park, was a suitable welcoming place for the many Larrikins spirits from the past.  And they came not only from around the country, but also around the globe, to celebrate this momentous occasion.

While Frankly struggled to control an apparent tsunami of t-shirts, having trouble sorting the women’s XLs from the men’s Ms (amongst others), Laundromat and Mongrel extracted themselves from the Leagues Club and, with the help of several hashers, set up the enormous bucket.  With everything in place, it was time to go.

Promptly at 6.32 pm, the pack set off, with half going in the wrong direction, falsely assuming that the marks they had seen represented the beginning of the trail and ignoring all arrows to the contrary, along with the calls of the other half of the pack, which managed to go in the right direction.

The trail led them through some of the lanes and back streets of Crows Nest before bringing them back through the Cemetery for the second half of the run, on the trail taken by the errant hashers from the very beginning.  This led them into Cammeray (which is curiously intertwined with Crows Nest) and down to the edge of Flat Rock Gully.  Then it was a gentle run back up the hill to the Cammeray shops and alongside the motorway.  This afforded them a perfect opportunity to check on the progress of the never-ending work on the Warringah Freeway Upgrade and the new Western Harbour Tunnel before returning for the bucket.  The run seemed to be a success, with comments along the lines of “a brilliant trail obviously set by two very experienced Hashers”.  At least, I think that is what “those Goddamned Hares didn’t have to set such a tough run” loosely translates to.

Then the party truely began, with the assembled masses inter-mingling to catch up with old faces from the past and meet new faces more recently encountering the delights of Hashing.  All this while making a valiant, but impossible, attempt to drink Laundro’s bucket dry.

Eventually, the new Larrikins GM, Bejesus, called the group to order, or as much order as a crowd of hashers could ever be said to have, to award some down-downs.  First came drinks for the boys and girls, aka the old and new Committees.  Then for the Hares, Chuck and Twin Dicks, and run reporter Walking Disaster.  Finally, the Hares of the first ever Larrikins run, Colonel Sanders and Duck Weave were called up to atone for their mistake in getting the Club off the ground.

And then it was on to the On Inn, where the Norths Club realised that when we had asked for a room for 80 people on a Tuesday night, we weren’t joking.  It turned out to be an ideal venue, separate from the other patrons of the Club, and catering for a wide range of tastes, even if they still haven’t learnt to give everyone individual buzzers or, at least, shout very loudly, when bringing a plate attached to someone’s name.  

Someone else can tell us what time the fun ended, as the Hares were too tired from their efforts to make it past 9.30 pm, but we trust that you all had a good time.

On On

Twin Dicks