Three weeks of City Market and than we switch to Supervalue… clever, keeping us on our toes. Our hare was Christena, with help from a certain John Paul and Stephanie of Team Golden Potato fame (such good memories). No special holidays this time around, no special teams or vegetables or tubers or starches or whatever, just a classic hash. We started out from the entrance to Magic City (though the trail did not go inside Magic City, alas). We weaved around the parking lot area a bit and eventually ended up a little bit south where some new construction was taking place and we were able to cut through a dirt road into the neighborhood streets that lie just to the east of the shopping centre. Quickly, we found a box and mugged it up nicely for the HashFlash.
We followed a couple of check-ins through the neighborhood before we came to yet another box that was also playing host to some of the walking team. I did not think that the walkers needed a box in order to rest and catch their breath, but perhaps walking has become more and more taxing. I do not understand at all. Regardless of who was at the box, we rested up and set off on the trail now as it began to head east and than suddenly cut southward on Sanford Drive. We followed the trail south here for a little over a quarter mile before making a right turn into some bush that had been partially cleared. We traveled through this for a few minutes before coming to a box where the brush had been cleared and some houses are surely set to be built. The trail continued forward here, without the slightest deviation, for a little more than half a mile. Just a straight shot on a dirt road – not terribly exciting, especially when the trees have been cut back and deny any shade on a very, very warm day. At least there are no illusions as to where you’re going: straight. So we got to the end of the round, climbed over a small hill of dirt and found the On-In sign, so on in it was.
From that point it was pretty much a straight shot from where we were to the parking lot, but it seemed very far away after that long road and everyone seemed to be shambling a bit as we followed the road past the houses being built and the Supervalue until reaching again the doors of Magic City (again, the trail did not go inside of Magic City). Christena, our Hare, was also our RA for this hash and she decided that for reasons I cannot recall, this was to be a joke-based drinking circle. When called into the circle for hashable offences, one had to tell a joke to the hash pack. If the joke was deemed funny, a cold beer was provided; if deemed not funny, than a warm beer was to be administered. We were thus treated to some fine examples of upstanding humor along with some dirty, juvenile jokes; obviously the more dirty and juvenile, the more likely to get a cold beer.
The lesson of this weeks hash: Know Your Audience.