A saintly Ressurection

AGM day is here again and a year after I quit my duties it felt comfortable to take a back seat as a paying customer and watch the proceedings unfold. After having left our little daughter with her grandparents (mind you Fallen Angel will be running with us in the not too distant future) the arrival at the Hash House was marked by a BMW driver who displayed typical behaviour i.e. driving like a tw*t as the driver overtook us from the right in the roundabout around the Lusthaus and the driver was none other that the Famous Pimpsqueak.
Second impression was Mr. Sentimental Richard Kopf reminscing about the old times (again) and telling me what a different kind of terrain he and the dearly beloved Grand Meister St Norman have covered this time.
The run started a bit late and down towards the Golf Course and the Freudenau Horsetrack (from behind) with a few  interspersed Checkpoints that only the newbies to this area must have taken half-serious. In no time was the forest being left behind and thank you very much Hares for avoiding the forest for the next 25 minutes or so. Running alongside the Handelskai (a local mainroad) reminded me on Hashing in Rome many years ago when those bastards set many a trail alongside the city motorways (on the walkways of course).
Crossing the bridge on over to the Donauinsel, leaving that Pagoda behind and a little later on back towards the Prater, greeting a few latecummers such as Pussy Schumi, Whoppa and I thought that I might have seen Alice, probably a beerinduced Hallucination as he never was there.
After another and more pleasant while alongside the Heustadlwasser back towards the carpark (75 minutes in total) it was pleasant to see that the crowd must have easily reached more than 40 people.
Watch out for our friend Herr Josef (Bierher) to open the cricle in style:


Usual circle routine with Richard Kopf and Multiple Entry sharing things a bit and punctually at 5 p.m. it was on off into the Hash House.
Sly as Sex Energy sometimes is she, Casting Couch and myself took off shortly before the circle ended, the advantage were drinks more or less immediately on our table and some very nice Cevapcici also that Cordon Bleu looked fine to me. But of course one must not forget about those Martini Gansln.
To cut things short, after some encouragement St. Norman started the meeting and after the annual breathtaking and painstaking display of wot's hot and wot'S not by the GM, by Mr. Vindobona Hash LGB (OVH) and with the fine moderation of that guy we never seem to be able to get rid off (Mr. Multiple Entry) the elections were started. Were it not for Standing There (suggested new Masthead post of "Hash pain the the *rse" was neglected (UPDATE 18/11: Nope it was not, check out the New Masthead Page and see for yourself! ) everything would have gone down it's peaceful way. The delectable Casting Couch stood against St.Norman as Grand Meister and the outcome of the clearly (cough, gasp!) democratic vote was (please turn on drumroll before you read further)....




ST.NORMAN!!! Wahey! Sincere congratulations from your Hash Blogger, may you lead us up into so far  undiscovered and yet unknown heights of drunken depraved debauchery .

Musical recommendation of the day is Tito Puente, here teamed up with Celia Cruz.
Is saw these two back in 1991 in Rome, and that was one of the best gigs I ever saw.




On out, may the beerforce be with you for another year!