Run: 1507
Date: 
    
Location: 
    Dionysous
Hares: Love Bug and Lester
Scribe: Budwanker

“Deferred Gratification”
The first run in December took place in lovely Dionysous 
    on Sunday.  A good sized group gathered 
    at the foot of the mountain for the day’s run.  Not even bothering to try the normal hare story 
    of a flat run, Love Bug assured the gathered masses that the run went up hill, 
    but swore there would be a down hill later.  Lester mentioned something about Deferred Gratification, 
    and it quickly turned out he knew what he was talking about.  
    Up the hill the trail went, then it went up some more, kept going straight 
    up the hill, the finally continued up the hill.  
    Even the normal FRB’s were reduced to walking.
Finally, the exhausted hashers reached the marble quarry.  
    Your faithful scribe’s suggestion that we take a chunk of marble for 
    a hash memorial turned out to be slightly unworkable (something about a lack 
    of dynamite).  The path then wound to a small church, where 
    some intrepid Greeks were apparently Christmas Tree Shopping.  A number of hashers undoubtedly uttered a small 
    prayer for their many sins.  Then the 
    promised downhill started, through narrow gulches and brush to the bottom 
    of the hill.  Then the trail inexplicably 
    ended, after several minutes of searching the trail was picked up again and 
    the hashers ran on in.  After a few 
    minutes waiting for the majority of the walkers, although Kum Kwik and 
While the circle started normally, hares acknowledged, 
    offenses on trail (including Rear Entry for false calling) were handed out.  
    Then things started to go rapidly down hill.  
    Coke Dealer, with a little help, almost managed to get the Christmas 
    party cancelled due to her inability to correctly pronounce English words, 
    and is rapidly challenging Fiery Twat for Hash inability to keep quiet.  
    Polly had one of the penis awards and gave a really long speech before 
    awarding it to Mad Dog (the tradition of just awarding it to women having 
    apparently gone out the window).  Oxy 
    then came forward to present the shit of the week.  Showing an appalling lack of observation skills 
    he awarded it to your faithful scribe for showing up “pissed off” your scribe’s 
    pointing out he wasn’t at all “pissed off” upon arrival notwithstanding.