Hash 37 - 7/24/2008 - Toga Hash toga, toga, Toga, Toga, TOGA, TOGA, TOGAH!!! Yup, this week's hashers were all decked out for a toga party / Animal House theme. I gotta say, I'm impressed — almost everyone came out sporting a toga tonight (in some form or fashion, even if it was really a hobo carpet bag). Even one of the virgins was in full getup, complete with red sash and Roman Civic Crown! But the other virgin, Just Andee, she doesn't get any respect from us ... except maybe a little for her penchant for bouncing off walls. I think there was a third virgin, but I can't remember. Our fourth virgin, — Lack-a-Virgin, Hey! — was one of the more pathetic turn-outs, showing up late without any toga, hash gear, or even his running shoes. No Cunt-Troll supplied him with a costume once again, and Wee Blow Master and Show Me Your Posse dressed him (wtf?). In other news, I was called up after the hash by one of my friends who just so happened to be sitting in the tattoo shop across the street from the start. She mentioned laughing at a "woman who looked like she was in her underwear — I mean, you know those little basketball shorts? Not actual underwear — but it just looked like this lady was standing around in her tighty whiteys and fooling around with her toga for like, twenty minutes straight, in the middle of the neutral ground on Carrollton." She described a girl who was fooling around with her sheet, and "she had it on, and it looked fine, but then she just took it off and wore it as a cape for awhile, and then fiddled with it some more... And we were like, what the hell are these people doing???" Oh, and she also may have mentioned a girl in running shorts who "just threw this blue sheet over her head, but her butt was just hanging out still." Hmm, I wonder who those people were... On to trail. Chicken Pot Guy aka FRB vanished early and was nearly never seen again. I believe Juiceless, Show Me Your Posee, and Just Porter were the DFLs. I guess that makes Just Porter the SAD (Slow Ass Dog). Trail was short on time and long on distance, or maybe it just felt SO FUCKING FAR to go without any FUCKING BEER STOP. Anyway, trail was actually extremely straightforward ... in fact, where there any false trails or whichy ways at all?? I'm going to cite this trail as BOOOORRRINGGG. Totally avoided the levee, was long and monotonous; except for, as one hasher pointed out, when we passed through neighborhoods full of black folks hanging out on their porches asking one another, "What the heck they doin in those sheets?" ... But seriously Muddy Bollocks, thanks for getting us to the on-in and not getting us lost like most Voodoo Hares seem to be doing recently. You know who you are (i.e. pretty much all of us). Circle was the usual affair — although our RA, Fill Me Up, who we trusted to lead our circle with pride and glory, let us all down and fucked up, because we forgot to do the FRB and DFL! I suspect Chicken Pot Guy may have bribed her... that's the theory I'm going on for now. There were plentiful accusations, half of them falsities or redundancies from Chicken. I don't remember the others. Interesting tidbit, we had no one here tonight who hasn't been here in the past two weeks. And I must say despite the LACK OF FUCKING BEER STOP the hash started and went in peace at a reasonable time tonight. Well done, everyone! Cutting out the beer stop may turn out to be the best way to get the workout the Voodoo crowd wants while still saving on time ... Fucking hares ... I wonder who's the hare next week? ;-) ON-OUT, Lack-a-Virgin, Hey!