All Chicks, No DIcks

And one ugly something in between:



The day started off as any normal hash would, I picked up Tasty Pie and we headed up to the wilds of Cobb County. On the drive there I received phone calls from three separate hashers:

Hasher #1 - I'm lost, I don't see a Kroger where the directions say it should be
Hasher #2 - I'm running late, as in I'm still at home in my PJs, where is the end
Hasher #3 - We are at the wrong Kroger, we are on our way

Why I was the one being contacted is beyond me, I wasn't setting trail, I wasn't involved in any of the arrangements, I guess I'm just expected to know everything. Though I do seem to be a clearing house of information most of the time.

After a few phone calls to/from lost/misplace/missing hashers and a visit from L&F (please see picture above), the pack of 30 or so women was off. It was a scenic trail, not to long, but boy I couldn't wait to get to that pool ending for some food, beer and most importantly gossip.

Most of the day was spent chatting, floating in the pool and drinking a bevy or two. Many started to leave to attend the PineLake Hash 1050, why leave, there is beer here, we already ran and we have a pool. We where down to only the most serious of Chicks.

We figured at this point we would make a beer run, grab some food and retrieve the last of the cars from the start. Primer, 4 Inch, Pumpt'kin and myself headed back. Pumpt'kin was going to head home and the remaining three of us headed into Kroger to stock up on much needed provisions. Upon our return to the parking lot, Pumpt'kin was still sitting in her car and declared she was too drunk to drive home.

Primer, 4 Inch, Tasty Pie, Skin Flute, Pumpt'kin and myself hung out well past the return on our hosts. At around 7:30 most of us started to head back to town. I got home, made some rice and fell asleep. Rumor has it two of these hard core chicks participated in a pub crawl until about midnight, you go girls!

Thanks to our hosts/hares for such a great No Dick day.