My First Hashing Experience

I'll tell the short version of the story with an original poem:

They said let's go hashing,
They said it'd be fun.
OK, let's go hashing.
We'll drink beer and run.

They said we would pre-lube,
I overachieved.
I chose to PRE-pre-lube,
and collapsed under a tree.

An old friend of mine is in a hashing club and invited me to come with them a few weeks ago.  It sounds like exactly the kind of thing I'd be into: really cool people, beer, plenty of sexual innuendo with exercise as an added bonus. If you're not sure what hashing is check out this article on Wikipedia.

I learned that it is right up my alley, but it's a really bad plan to drink several stout beers before walking/running 3-5 miles it's 100 degrees outside.  (I left my common sense in bed that morning). I was a little tipsy and dehydrated and did NOT make it to the end.

I didn't make it to the first stop.

I made it to a tree, where I laid down and insisted they go on without me.  It was not my proudest moment.

Rough sketch of the event

Luckily these people are awesome, someone picked me up in a car, and let me "auto-hash" the rest of the way.

I definitely have plans to go back and redeem myself.

I'll let you guys know how that goes.