Adios a la Pasada

The ghosts from our past came back on March the 7th, impersonated by Multiple Entry and Flounder and their companion Dick Dastardly did set a course starting off from Augarten, near Donnie's old appartment in the Untere (or was it the Obere?) Augartenstraße.
Some remaining guests from the Ski Wee joined in on their last day in Ostricha and I have to admit that I was positively surprised that the Hares did NOT choose to let us run through the Augarten but rather decided to send the pack all the way back to the Donaukanal and on over into the first district. I can't really say that I am keen to run in the centre of the city on a Winter Sunday but nonetheless the Hares deserve some credit for trying to come up with a different route.
After running by the usual sights which is the Stephansplatz, Am Hof and past the Schottenkapelle (leavong Molly Darcys to our left), it was on back down the Ringstraße and over the Donaukanal back along the Augartenstraße to the cars.
My main feature of the circle at least was that Needleman bought a case of Budweiser Beer Bottles which made him immediately my current best friend during the circle :-)
A few friendly police officers (female and male) were curious about our noisemaking and singing, alas Slush Puppie failed to bribe them with at least two softies.

I’ll buy the next round
If you promise not to speak
Of this night again

(Taken from beerhaikudaily.com) 


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Back to the Beginning

Way back in 2001, when we all was younger, a bit more enthusiastic and a bit less disillusioned (just kidding), word had it that not only the Ski Weekers should have their run (plus a precious Stat) during their absence from Vindobona, nay, those we were left at home (i.e.US) also had a right for a run plus a precious stat.
All said and done, the string of now 10 Ski Week Solidarity runs began, preferably on the day of the Ski Week and my personal favourite having been that run when my then CoHare Munk led us all through the Allgemeine Krankenhaus (AKH) during the course of a Hash run. Can you imagine that?
On that event we had two handfuls of Tee Shirts made and a shortish little run that led mostly through Subway underpaths, a bit through the Museumsquartier (not really one of my favourite places, a bit too sterile for my taste) and via a small park back on over the Naschmarkt to the start at Karlsplatz.
A nice little circle and a slightly insulting phonecall to the Grandmeister himself (or his voicemailbox rather) later saw most of us (including two visitors) and not-so-regular returnee Death to Flying Things head off to Arthur + Arthur right around the corner in Gußhausstraße.  Not the worst of places to go to, IMO.

The following song by Tho Who' s Quadrophenia has of course absolutely nothing to do with the Ski Week Solidarity run. But I happen to like it, for a very long time already.

On Out.

Random Acts of Happiness

One would expect that on the first Sunday of the famous Vindobona Skiweek there would be a slightly smaller crowd than usual and once could indulge in their very own personal misery and grumpyness (like I used to a great lot over the past months).
Trés surprenant, there will still 20+ up at behind the end of Johann Staud Gasse ready to rumble and roll.
Since snow has decided to stay with us forever from now, it was no big surprise that more than half of the track was covered with thick layers of muddy snow. It was fortunate enough though that the Hare My Sisters Glowing Cee U Next Tuesday revealed that this run was a backwards repeat of a thing she had set a year a two ago. Sex Energy and our Fallen Angel, teamed up with all of the Sex-O-Phone family took an easy break at a slightly muddy playground nearby the carpark. Credit to them to have made it all the way up the hill to the start of the run.
 "You know, it is all Molotow's V*ginas Fault since SHE wanted to set a run in ze Prater somewhere bu since she left for a trip to Bangkok what can one do?" or so I heard the Hare say.
The usual passing by of the Jubiläumswarte followed, with the usual suspects going all the way up on top. After lots more snow and mud on the way back on over the Steinhofgründe and eventually back to the car park, the circle - with Richard Kopf beating Flying Durchman in the race for the last place - featured the second Hasher who reached his 1000th run here at the once World's Worst Hash.
Munk is second only to Lord Glo-Balls (OVH) -look out for him-

to have reached this magnificient number and it remains to be seen when the official induction ceremony into the Order of the Vindobona Hash shall happen. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, admire the official Handshake:  

Let's have this rounded up with the Jean Goldkette Orchestra in a recording from 1926, featuring the Keller Sisters and Al Lynch and of course my eternal Hero Bix Beiderbecke.

Felt Presence, Ghostly Humming

I just went out for lunch for a glass of cool something with three nice Hashers ( a lady and two chaps and there ARE actually ladies on the Hash!). We met at Mr.Lis Cooking am Naschmarkt. On this perfectly sunny springlike day the four of us sat outside, had lunch and, as we were abot to order another round of drinks, were a bit rudely driven out be the waitress with words like;" You must go now, other customers after you want to eat and not just drink."
After this awkward sendoff I strongly recommend all you 4 official readers and of course ll other ones to stay away from this establishment as there are lots of other and most likely more welcoming places to be found at Naschmarkt in Vienna.

We want to share a drink with our friends whenever we please, n'est pas?

On a different note, the Order of the Vindodona Hash (OVH) will very very soon be inducting its second member. Watch out, either for tomorrows Blue Moon Run (including the same old beer stop in the same old brothel probably) or this coming Sunday?

Let's listen to some Toby Keith now, shall we?

A Raise of Eyebrows

Taking a look at that poor guy above ( a Squonk) you know already that I am going to put in an entry about my last weeks run in an enormously depressing area (especially in winter, especially on a Sunday) called Industriezentrum Niederösterreich-Süd. Depressing of course only to run on cold Sunday afternoons when at the same time one could sit in an Irish Sports bar - for instance - watching Rugby and getting trashed whilst.

But, one must do what one must do. Truly in the tradition of last years Christmas run I put in a wrong name of the meeting place - old name Pizzeria Capricorno instead of new and lasting name Industriestüberl which made all of you drive a few rounds to get acquainted to the whole area, obviously :-)

Some short proceedings later, like collecting Hash Cash and getting reimbursed on my own expenses, it was on off on a casual stroll literally down long roads, admiring the sight of closed companies. As the place is completely flat all around, it provides ideal conditions to do a little jogging, an invitation that a few accepted willingly.

Then came the drink stop, with three bottles of Sekt (Hochriegl) and a packet of Mon Cheri and Raffaelo alike and to watch all these goodies disappear in no time made me realize that when planning for a nice little stop of something then always buy 50 % more than you initially wanted.

I persuaded the owner of the Industriestüberl/Capricorno to open the place up especially for us and to my great pleasure I saw the cook Ahmed arrive and open the main door, also much to the relief of all who needed to relieve themselves in privacy.

As Ahmed was completely on his own, food had been pre-ordered and drinks were poured by main aide Sex-O-Phone. General silentium is always a sign that the hungry got fed. Did anyone not like their pizza? If so, please leave a comment and tell me.

On out for now.

My hero Bix Beiderbecke, this time with the Frankie Trumbauer Orchestra, recording date January 9 in 1928.

Springtime in Siberia

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Who spiked the eggnog?

A mere five weeks away from the famed opening of the Schweizerhaus. I am happy to report that everything is going its most useful way. The ice skating spectacle on Rathausplatz is in full swing, the beer prace remained stable more or less with 3,40 for a pint and the remainders of a very stubborn bronchitis are starting to disappear.
The last couple in the Winter were strenuous (Jan. 24, Hares MOM and My Sisters Glowing Cee U Next Tuesday) up on the Sofienalpe. I must have been fortunate enough that my lingering cold made me stay home rather then getting caught all the way downhill from Sofienalpe on the Höhenstrasse and then taking the bus back up on top.
Sunday last week (Hares My Pint and Joystick) was a "boring running track that I always use" (quote first Hare) with lots of Snow, Ice and Wind on around the Rudolfshöhe out in the 14th district, and I still try to remember why MOM got thrown out of the Supermarket he always goes to. If I remember to ask him next time, you will read that here first.
In the meantime, curtain up for another timeless classic from Frank Zappa:




On out.