|Mii the Dog inspects the arriving Short Screw for possible food.|
Even the most reluctant long runner (that would be Gan Yao) would have to admit that the views were spectacular, thanks to some ambitious new terracing work that has cleared out several big chunks of jungle hillside. It was an old run that felt like a new run.
Contrary to what you may read elsewhere, the first runners were back in 1:10, and most everyone else within the next 10 or 15 minutes. There was a particularly long feeding and drinking session before the circle, by which time it was pitch dark and the dengue mosquitoes had given way to the malarial ones. Then onto the ice:
New runner: Softcock’s daughter Hermione, visiting from Oz. Actually I don’t think that was her name but I didn’t hear her real one announced so it will have to do. Welcome to Songkhla!
Sinners: Beavershot, for happening to be talking when the GM called the circle. As you may remember from the reign of Egghead I, depending on the phase of the moon or perhaps the tightness of his underwear, our bipolar GM tends to veer between ineffectual old fartdom and jackbooted autocracy, and today he was in the latter mode. So tell us, which Egghead do you prefer?
More sinners: Softcock, for bringing proof of his contribution to the population explosion back when he was still capable of such things. Temporary Relief, I think for talking in the circle. Only a Yolk, for never not talking. Mucky Pup, for throwing ice water on two respected senior hashers before the run. (OK, so I lied about the “respected” part.) And Short Screw, for general grandstanding, showboating, and competitive running.
Hare: Egghead. Despite his continuing and utter inability to get down and party, train dogs, raise children, manage his work life, control his wife, etc., this guy can still set a run like nobody else. He even makes it look easy, and as we’ve seen in recent weeks, it isn't. So on-on till next Saturday and our milestone SH3/Full Moon Run #99.9!