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The Romans gather to roam.
Kitty Licker arrives, and gets geared up.
Testicular is the Ide's of March goddess.
Testicular is the Ide's of March goddess.
Testy's metatarsal met with a pot (not the kind you smoke), and broke, but she does a fine job of hosting.
An Ide's of March proclamation is read.
Banged Up Between arrives in a toga wearing what she calls her 'long-sleeved tights'.
Floppy the co-Hare looking in good form after having set the trail.
The mob heads off, with some comings and goings until the path is found.
The first arrow showing that we are all on trail.
It's difficult to run in a toga. Hasher draw attention crossing Shelbourne Street.
This sign means Stoolie is off the hook.
Kitty Licker and Floppy trail behind.
My Cocks A Fallen out front on his own.
Hasher walk up the hill. Togo-drag having its effect.
I thought checks were there to slow front-runners down, but park officials have decide it's better to use signage.
With not enough space left on the post, ...
... the signs are installed on the ground.
The ducks know how to take advantage of a sunny day. No sence of urgency here.
Preemie leads up a hill.
The rest of the hashers follow. Notice though that Hash Flash got this shot. It's hard to be Hash Flash.
Hashers push on, to find ...
... a great view, and ...
... the WC! What's the WC? ...
WC stands for Wine Check! Itchy is there with Floppy's delicious home made Chardonnay and Riesling
Hands crowd around the first bottle, which last as long as does a snow ball on a Bali beach.
Floppy proudly pulls out a second bottle.
The best Dixie cup is one with wine in it.
Hasher mingle and sip wine ...
... and enjoy the view ...
while some, like Phil here, looking very senatorial, even make an attempt at oratory.
A good picture of Floppy and Itchy.
Beaver climbs to the very top.
The traditional mob shot.
Wine brings out all sorts of giddiness. Beaver Feaver and Pussies Galore.
In his first and closest attempt at being an underwear model, Bearver insisted on a photo of a creative use of his Stanfields, and ...
... of the holes in his head. Oh, on his head. (Who said head!...)
Our Hash Scribe looking somewhat bardic.
My Cocks A Falls, our earlier FRB, now take to auto-hashing from the wine check to the beer check. Hmmm?!
Other hasher come down from the WC still in deep contemplative conversion; effect of good wine.
The long downhill slope.
The new FRBs.
Pussies Galore follows up knowing it can't be too much farther to the beer check.
A little wine-logged, other hashers follow-up.
Why did the hashers cross the road? To get closer to the beer check. Back across Schelbourne Street.
That's me! Hash Flash's toga finally falls apart from the steady abuse of keeping ahead to get those great shots.
Finally! The Beer Check. It just happens to be at the top of Mt. Tolmie.
Call Boy heads to the top first, burning the wine to get to the beer.
Beaver Fever stretching on the hash, and no one charged him for it. Hashers wait to cross Mayfair Drive just near the top.
Floppy and Itchy pull out the beer.
With thirsty hashers flocking around. Beer is a better re-hydrator than water, says a study in the UK. The study funded by a brewery.
Stoolie Andrews, having had bike problems, turned up just in time to remove stuff from Pussies Galore's hair.
Stoolie spend some time working on Pussies hair. May be he might want to change careers.
On the way out, a there's this guy dressing in a womans one-piece over his Joe Boxers, wearing a blond wig, ...
... playing a toy blue electric guitar in front of a new red Porsche. He want a photo with 'us' odd lot! ? Only in Saanich!
We say goodby to our friend in pink, not even getting his name, or the reason for his unusual behavior.
Hasher pass by Saint Michael's University School.
A battered but surviving beer.
In the centre of our circle, a hash mascot frog.
Stoolie gets down-downed for attempting to pretend he ran to the beer check, or was it for getting caught?
The hares get down-downed. Preemie plays RA in Jonner's absence.
The hares drink.
Testicular cracks ups over something said.
Another shot of the reason for Testy's staying behind.
My Cocks A Fallen is charged with a 'No no no, bad bad bad', a reminder of his previous "No Sir, No" hash handle.
Actually he's this runs FRB, and here is with a salute to a beer quickly downed.
For racy talk, BUB, Lick My Head, and Pussies Galore are all charged.
These three all spoke of that Greek place Marathon. After all this is a roam'in event, not Greek.
Hash Flash gets down-downed, but he's getting to old to remember why. May be for toga abuse.
Well Swung and Beaver Fever both received charges.
BUB gets a charge.
Stoolie tells a tale from the trail.
BUB in full BUB mode. Hash Flash loves this picture. Obvious she is charging someone. Who could that be? ...
... Stoolie of course gets a down-downed.
BUB gets the 'golden plug' for being International Woman’s Day Wanker Of The Week.
The Golden Plug came with a down-down.
Jack Off is charged with having worn, yet again, his marathon jacket.
On afters was a good pasta dinner with veggie and chips and dips. Hash Flash stopped flashing to eat.
VH3 453nd - The Ides of March Toga Hash - March 8, 2008
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