Run # 467 Sukoon Bungalow, Khandala

On this day,

You could be preparing for your new year vacation, 

you could be sitting on the pot with a newspaper doing your morning duties,

You would be wondering how your wife/ gf/ the other one, would be spending all your money this holiday season,

You might be still sleeping,

OR

You are in Khandala having an awesome time with 

Yup! Bh3 family had a gala time at Sukoon, Khandala, no better way to finish running for bh3 for 2013.

The morning air was cold and nippy. The drive to Khandala was never better. Specially when you get to be in the company of Wackopedia, your vocab just increases. Also in the car was, SNAFU. This Tullu speaking, Hindi raping girl just finished the Pinkathon 10k and was heading with us for the run in Khandala. Kudos! Take a bow girl. We were not alone though. At one point, leading our car was, the already dead, Zaffar, with Najma (our host for the morning), Zain and Nazia. Behind us was Sitting Duck in the car with Running Fuck.

The run was hared by Screwed Driver, Bonsai and, the drunk for the day queen, Patricia. Her cheerful mood only spoke of a very good time. 

15 mins into the run and we faced a mammoth task of climbing steps meant for Gulliver or someone who thought we were midgets and wanted to punish us. But there is beer at the end of every trauma. Screwed Driver, at the summit, beered up our morale with some chilled Kingfisher. Post that, the run was a lovely walk till Lonavla market and On In to Sukoon.

The 7+ km run finished right in time for some snacks and chilled beer. We did have to wait for a couple who:

Saw the On In sign--- did not come back to the venue--- followed wrong marking--- started doing the entire trail again. These were new hashers so we don't blame them. However, speculations are that they did it intentionally as they were a couple and wanted to have some sexy time before they joined us again. (we did run through some isolated patches).

We have started experimenting with our biryani. This time, we got it from a local supplier in Khandala. It was yummy. 

With that we bid adieu to twenty13 and geared up for 14. Oh ya, I forgot to mention. Hashers got to take some happiness back home. We were left with spare beers which were distributed amongst those who wanted it. I took a few and it lasted me 3 days... :P

Merry Christmas and A Happy, Prosperous and Beer filled New Year to all.

Run # 466 Shivaji ka killa(fort)

Shivaji could have kept Osama here and no one would have found him. I have personally known this 6 pack, 3rd Degree Black Belt, Front Running Bastard who happens to be more than 50 years old, for a long time and I did not know that his house roof had a view and peace and isolation like this. Its right in the middle of all the hustle bustle and yet, it is calm, serene and peaceful. I'd put up a pool side chair and a few chilled beers and play video games or just laze around (Best, read a book).

The 5km short, simple and tarmac run was hared by Shreyashi and Ria, using the infamous slutty red tape. Front runners finished the run in a little over 35 mins while the walkers also joined us within an hour. The few who did now run, joined us directly on the terrace for the post run stupidity.

Fartashaty, Amey and Mandy were the ones who decided to not do the run. But they graced us with their unwanted presence post the run. LOL... NOT

The beers were already chilled and the good news was that we were gonna have them at MRP. What could have been better than that, right? Well, no one in the hash knew what the mismanagement had in store for the true hashers who attended the run. For this run, the beer was sponsored by the hash itself and no one was to pay for it. For even more good news, we also threw in a bottle of Old Monk rum on the house.

Now why would we want to be so generous? Well, it so happens that the day of the run also happened to be Shivaji's birthday. AAAH!!!Now things fall into place.

As the sun started its descend after a severe warning from SNAFU,

SNAFU ordering the sun to head home... 

the party started picking up pace and the conversations started becoming louder.

Now it was only obvious that we celebrated the birthday with some games and fun. We had the chairs and within a few minutes we also had music on the terrace. *MUSICAL CHAIR*

Yes! All of us were kids again for those exact  minutes with a round of musical chair won by no one cos the prize for the winner was a blowjob to the birthday boy. Shivaji kept hoping for a sexy lady but, in the end, everyone was disappointed. :P

This was one of those evenings which keep getting better and better. Usually on a birthday, one would expect a cake, that goes without saying. But what happens when there are 2 cakes?

It so happens that our GM, Bonsai, also celebrated her bday a few days ago. So a cake was arranged for the 'You Dont See Me' GM, Bonsai. By the end of it, there was more cake on peoples faces than it was in their tummy. It was a lick riot. To end the party was lazeez biryani from Lazeez.

Phew! So much fun in one evening... How can one not go back drunk, happy and content.

In our language we would say, "50 Rupaye main itna kuch kaun deta hai?"

On ! On !

Pics of the evening:
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.568722546543922.1073741840.100002185441246&type=1&l=283cc0412d

Songs that played:
Blurred Lines: Thicke
Lose Yourself to Dance: Daft Punk
Daft Punk- Pentatonix
Thunderclap
and
Tattad Tattad (Ramji ki Chaal)- Ramleela (courtesy- mommy dear)