Run # 562 Farewell from the 34th floor

I started running with BH3 during a time when there were less of these tall towers in the city. How the skyline has changed. :)

Well, that statement makes no sense right now. So, let's get back to the run.

Here is something you should know about Samir aka Sexy Sam and Dibs aka Clueless Dick. They keep moving a lot, within the city. And that works to our benefit. Because every time they move to a new house, we get 3 things:
1. Their house for a run
2. Those yummy potatoes that Samir makes
3. THOSE YUMMY POTATOES THAT SAMIR MAKES.

You have to try them to know what we're talking about. This was the 3rd time that they hosted us. The 1st was in Bandra and then one in Ghatkopar. And NOW, we run from their house in Mulund. The view from the 34th floor was nice... anything from that height would look so beautiful. :)

Sexy Sam and Clueless Dick having a beer! 

Anyway, we knew that if we gathered people in his house, no one would want to go for the run. So, we met outside the Starbucks below is building. 20 odd runners were flagged off for the run by the hare, Rohan, who surprisingly disappeared as soon as the run got over. The mystery remains. 

Strava is sucking BIG TIME lately. It never works on my phone. However, the run couldn't have been better. It was marked perfectly and the hares made sure they were present at strategic locations to guide us. Being an entire road run, we were expecting to be boiling in the heat but the climate was merciful too. 

Other major highlight of the run was how Farty almost ruined it for us. More about that later. 

After the 7+ km run, thirsty us came back to the 34th floor and were greeted by some refreshing cold beers and the famous POTATOES. They were a welcome sight. 

Circle:

As the original hare disappeared mysteriously, we replaced him with Sexy Sam. He got so excited in the tub of ice, he broke the damn thing. All applauded for the run, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

Up next were Fartashaty and Meenal. Farty almost killed himself and ruined the run for us by crossing a signal in a risky fashion. Wreckless mouthed a few bad words in his Parsi accent.

Meenal has been hashing for over 2 years and has never hared a run. tch tch tch... Everyone laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

Just Meenal and Fartashaty!

Poonam and Chris (who came on his father's recommendation) were next to grace the tub. Poonam got iced errr... tubbed for resurfacing after a long time and we welcomed Chris into the family. Everybody laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. They drank from their piss pots. 

C for Chris and P for Poonam

The Hash Anthem followed. Surprisingly, the only person who kept screaming, "Cumming" throughout the anthem was aapdi Bonsai. Everybody laughed, no one mourned the broken tub. It now lay in a corner as everyone drank beer and had biryani. 

Before the biryani however, we did celebrate the just gone and upcoming birthday of Hand Cock and Wreckless. 

Temton on Wreckless ki godd! Dont ask. 

The cake was yummy, it got over before we could finish the National Anthem errrr Birthday Song. :P

Kidding! Everybody had the lovely cake, no one mourned the broken tub, life moved on. 

On On till the next run!

The group that DID NOT MOURN the broken tub. 

A few points to remember:

1. Nash Hash 2020 is hosted by Bombay Hash. Keep your eyes open, early bird rates to come out soon. 

2. If you wish to assist with the arrangements for NH2020, kindly get in touch with Miss. Management

3. Please spare a minute for the BROKEN TUB.

Ok bye!