In life, we are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations. Charles R. Swindoll wrote that in 1934. I know that because it was the first thing that came up on a google search for quotes about opportunity. Interestingly enough, 1934 is the same year that Alcatraz was opened, which is important because it goes on to be the setting for a totally kick-ass Nick Cage movie. But for now, lets cut the chit-chat a-hole. We are here to learn a lesson from ISH3's fourth official hash run. A lesson about opportunity.
Because if you do not remember your hash past, you're doomed to repeat it.
7 hounds and one lowly hare gathered at the Coach's Corner on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. We had three locals, a virgin from Minnesota, two travelers from C-town, Junk In the Trunk (who surprised me when he came. I generally prefer a warning so that I can close my eyes. See what I did there?) and the hare. AND THE HARE! We did a little chalk talk, blessed our two virgins' shoes and went back in the bar where several of us came down with a nasty case of limeritas (lym-er-i-tis). Not much is understood about this disease, but sufferers of it complain about feeling compelled to continue drinking once they've started. The only known cure is more cowbell.
On On we went. First beer stop was in a park. Oh, think of the children! We were given instructions that it was hidden in a tree somewhere. We looked and looked until finally NN Sarah found a mostly empty bag of wine.
Regardless of its origins, we had to figure out a way to stem our limeritas symptoms - and this was an opportunity. So we slapped that bag. And when we hit it we hit it good.
The wine went quick so off we trotted. This time for a very long time until NN my brother, NN Kellen and I found some beer in a car. Opportunity! A second beer stop. And there was much rejoicing. At this point we had been running through neighborhoods for quite some time and we all realized that we had a real situation going on in our bladders that needed to be tended too. We pretty much stopped looking for marks and started looking for some tall grass. What did we see instead? A red light gleaming in the distance. A mirage that heralded safety, hope, and opportunity. Yes, it was Casey's General Store. It was bathrooms. It was pizza. Most importantly it was an impromptu beer stop. We took our beers for the road and continued on.
Grabbing the beers turned out to be the best thing we could have done for ourselves, as it turns out the last beer stop was stolen. Damn kids with their chalk and their flip-flops and hats with the bills that face backwards. With limeritas raging in our systems we would have never made it.
We went through a park. Had some fun with my hose and eventually made it back to down downs.
Circle was a shit show. Big thanks to Junk for helping me with the songs (We almost didn't sing big 'ol boobies to the only girl on trial!). We ate some ground apples, we swung a little low, we peaced the fuck out.
We faced down many an impossible situation on this, our 4th trail as the ISH3, but we faced them down and overcame (or was that cummed over?). Because when you get down to it, beer and opportunity are one and the same. When you see it, you grab it with both hands... and drink it down down down down down down down down.... why are we waiting....
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