After threatening... I mean, promising to return to the hash for, oh, the last FIVE YEARS, the pack was finally given a chance to see run co-founder Captain Party set a trail, with the help of his intrepid sibling, filling in for the still-AWOL He Sucks, who was supposed to have hared and will be owed an extra down-down upon his delayed, but inevitable, return.

Following the old saw that the shortest distance between any two points is "stumbling distance", the Captain laid his flour-less circle in the back 40 behind his office, so he'd remember where he put it.

Struggling to remember the route, which was in fact the same (but shorter) set by live hare Temir Dick for the Recovery Run mere weeks before, the hounds wended their way through the dumpsites and construction sites blighting the side of Cock 2B.

Easily spotted as FRBs because of their marathon running gear, Add It Up and Winestein were loaned an authentic British police whistle (appropriate for their heritage) to announce the true trail and thus disturb the locals throughout the neighborhood.

The pack paused momentarily to pay homage outside Bottoms' Up's gates (of her HOUSE, you filthy minded trolls!) before lollygagging back to the circle.

Add It Up, apparently dissatisfied with the length of the trail, came to the end and saw the first false trail's cross and headed immediately back towards the road in search of more flour. The other, less ambitious hounds then saved him the effort, warning him that too much exercise is not a good thing, and wouldn't he rather have a beer anyway?

In the circle, the hares were duly chastised for crossing the trail so close to the end, and generally laying marks in a way more indicative of a pair of nearsighted, sotted football hooligans than proper Almaty hashers, which was clearly unacceptable behavior for a Founder.

E the M to the P led a unique exercise for the run discussion, of which pornographic evidence can be seen in the Hash Flashes for the run. Doubtless this idea came from extensive experience with field sobriety tests, which as can be seen, most of the hounds were unable to pass.

Several others, hoping to have arrived in time for the food and beer but avoid the run and the circle, were dismayed to find the hounds still in full revelry, and were duly hauled into the circle, baptized, and made to sing the hash hymn, after which everyone partook of stew prepared by the Captain.