Beers to you

Eurohash minus 110 days. This post is dedicated to a couple of legendary Schweizerhaus alumni, namely Minuteman (went back to Tennesse) and Se* o Phone (now lives in Brisbane) Before we knew it March 15 was here again. Since the first 10 weeks of 2017 have been a complex time for various reasons the small group of the true stalwarts (which are bascially Cardinal Munk, OVH and myself) were much looking forward to the first warm-up beers at the Englische Reiter before the gates to Beer Elysium of the day were finally opened at 11 a.m.

Time always flies in the company of a beery group, this time consisting of MOM (always there), Dodgy Condom, NoBalls Prize and St.Norman (OVH). Instead of trying to describe a Happy Drinking Day with friends and always making new ones, here are some pics from the day.

We're trying to call up Se* o Phone in Brisbane, okay?

Gary Indiana!

The Tower of Babel

Listening with me

Eurohash minus 117 days. Another year, another Ski Week Solidarity Run. Last year CoHare Cardinal Munk, OVH and I started the trail from the Karlskirche so this time we started from the alternating location which is the Votivkirche. Since we the Hares start to feel our age a bit we decided (but you must not know!) to move the head start forward to 18:30 in order to allow for a slow walk through the neighbourhood. The inside of the Alte AKH (Innenhöfe, now a Vienna University Campus), where they have their annual Christmas Market, the Stieglambulanz and the Bierheurigen Gangl as well as quite a few other shops  is always a pleasure to run through.

Getting out of the Altes AKH and onto the Lazarettgasse is getting one onto the vast area of the Allgemeine Krankenhaus, a labyrinth for me and an amazing place in the evening hours, with spots tastefully painting patterns of light on the walls of old and sometimes unused old pavillons (which resemble those in Lainz tremendously). Another three corners and getting by the Vienna Rathaus (with that strange attratction called the Wiener Eistraum still up and running) and it was on back to where we started from. A mere five minutes after CoHare Cardinal Munk, OVH and I sat down to enjoy our soft drinks the runners already arrived, namely Mind the Gap, Casting Couch and Slush Puppie. (Followed by more Ski Week Solidarity Stalwarts Lord Glo-Balls - OVH, Lucky Me, Root CAnal, Chucker F*ucker and Just Anne).

Fancy looking Shirts were being sold, roses for the Harriettes were handed out and after a short circle the evening was concluded at the Stiegl Ambulanz. Thanks to all attendees for keeping this tradition up and running.



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From one pole to another

Eurohash minus 124 days.An endearing tradition of the World's worst is without doubt the Blue Moon Hash, held annualy on the preceding evening of Ski Week Start. As far as I can rememtber the run always started from the Volkertplatz (where the once was a real dump in terms of an old-fashioned Gasthaus (now replaced by something looking more modern).

The objective of the "run" (casual walk would be more like it), again as always, was to have couple of drink stops in two local houses of ill repute. (That also brings back memories of stories that an Ozzie Hasher told me in Warsaw 30 years ago about those dirt road Hashes in Southeast Asia). To me at at least the whole thing, being attented by three dozen hounds, was something like three times around the block (down to the Nordbahnstraße) and straight into the first such house that feature purple wallpaper, thick smoke and a few bored-looking females (I assume their real customers arrive much later). Within no time everybody received their much welcome drinks (and some red wine even for some very special ladies) and, to the exaltation of a few special gentlemen (Richard Kopf) a dancer came forward to present her skills on the dancepole. 



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All said, done and danced it was on off to the second such house (the Kerstin Bar somewhere in the second district), a place that looked inviting but for some strange reasons all the Harriettes were denied entrance so there was no choice but to leave and look for the next best thing (which was a somehow deflated beerstop in a house of healthy repute - a normal Gasthaus). On back to the starting point and in no time the circle started. Me and S.Energy did not stay long enough to clock the arrival time of the local law enforcement agents, they usually arrive within ten minutes due to loudness level violation complaints. On out.