Happy New Year!
So, it’s been a whole week since the New Year has begun. Some argue it’s a new decade but who really gives a shit, I mean, really. Most of you made some sort of resolution to change blah blah blah or quit doing this or that. But, I know you, you’re hashers. You were probably doing that thing you hate right before you went to bed at 6am on Jan. 1st.
But, I digress, you shouldn’t be ashamed that you’re weak and you ate a whole rum cake because there wasn’t any alcohol in your roommates liquor cabinet. Or because that douchey dude or annoying chick you were never going to talk to again is in your bathroom taking a shower and using your loofah as you are reading this. Why? Because you get to be whatever you hate for this weeks hash! That’s right, dress up as Douchey Magee and temp fate, show those fried turkey bacon ranch poboys that you’re not gonna take their shit anymore and you’re gonna keep eating them cause they taste good. New Years resolutions were made to be broken so show up as yours and embrace the suck that is your life.
We’re gonna be meeting at the park in front of Landry’s in the Quarter, 400 N. Peters. Wee Blow might be at work, so he will probably just stare out the window at us and be jealous because he already broke his resolution that he is coming to the hash more often.
Somebody better show up as a whistle or a flashlight because you clowns always forget them and should have made a resolution about that.
I resolved to lay some seriously shitty trails, because mine are always so awesome. Just like me.
– Dickie Wongstockings
Hares: Dickie Wong and Just Sarah
When: 6:30pm, Jan 7th
Where: The park in front of Landry’s Seafood in the quarter (N. Peters and Conti)
Theme: broken new years resolutions
Costs: $1 and a Six-Pack. Bring a six pack, I’m tired of running out of beer. And bring a flashlight and a gorram whistle, or be one.