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On-on in the Bambusch
Where do I begin this sad story? There were two significant events thatlead to a poor turnout to today's HHH. The first event, was a ski-weekend, undertaken by many of our HHHers, in Lauterbrunnen. Thesecond, was a sudden and severe illness, that left our First Check bed-ridden for a week, and to put it in his words - I've been so ill lately, I haven't been able to think straight. I resisted the urge to ask if he could think straight before.
So let's begin our story by rewinding back to Tuesday evening. We had a special guest, our very own Spare Rib, just back from one European ski trip, and planning to attend the 1999 GDH3 Wengen ski weekend. So, in true HHH fashion, the Tuesday night pub crawl, was actually going to be a HHH, starting at the Black Stuff. However, word got around that jogging outfits were not necessary. At the Black Stuff, C. Naples, who was dressed to HHH, said that it was a joke. I was surprised, because I didn't think that Germans ever joked. To this date, I still don't know which was the joke and which was real. I was content to forget it and finish my pint of Guinness. Many people showed up at the Black Stuff, but there were a few key people missing. C. Naples whipped out her handy GSM, and tried to find out where they were. It seems that a few HHHers, fearing that they would miss us at the Black Stuff (are we ever on time?), decided to catch us up at the bar #6 on the list, the Pygmalion.Well the rest of us decided to skip the other four bars, and any ideas of HHHing, and bee-line it to the Pig. There was just enough time to have a pint, before we were too late for our 9:00 reservation at Chez Bacano. Sad to say, that Anne-Marie and I weren't planning to go to Bacano's, nor on the ski weekend.
Now let's fast-forward to Friday afternoon. Silicon Prick (or is it Mushy Prick?) asks French Kiss, to give me the beer for the HHH on Sunday.Well, I should have known, that if he was going away, that I should organize the beer. So French Kiss asks, "Where is the HHH on Sunday?" The response was ? Ah well, First Check has been sick all week, and hasn't organized anything. Get Joy of Sex to call around and organize something? Well, thanks for the advance notice! Saturday morning, I did some phoning around, to see who was organizing anything, and who was still around. I reached Wank Gogh, and he said he would call Angela. I had HHH Snitch's mobile number. He had it turned off, and I reached his answering service. I informed him that he was setting the run. We finally agreed to go to the Bambusch, and run one of the Laf-Treffs. It wasn't much, but we had a plan. Saturday evening, content in knowing the HHH was well organized, I joined some friends at the Pygmalion, for some pints of Murphy's. Now to my surprise, Colin at the bar informs me that my friends, whom I was with onTuesday night, left the Pygmalion in such a rush, that they didn't pay their bar bill! Apparently they were running a tab (I didn't know that you could do that), and nobody paid the bill. Whoever opened the tab, you owe me 520 francs (12.89046328821 Euro).
Well, Sunday morning sneaks up, and the four of us meet at the Bambusch.We talk amongst ourselves, and no one wants to be a live hare. We agree that at least we should put a circle. HHH Snitch pulls out this bag, and says, "I've got 3 bags of flour." He pulls one out, and it's empty. He pulls a second one out, and it's empty. He pulls the third one out, and he empties it, just barely able to make the very faintest of a circle. Off we go then. We went into the woods a bit, and came to a junction. We saw signs with all kinds of animals, and we saw one that kind of looked like asea turtle. The forestry expert amongst us, HHH Snitch, guessed that it was actually a badger. So we decided that the HHH today would be the badger trail. However, somewhere we got lost, and joined the "Bambi" trail instead. At some point, we decided that it was best we head back for the beer. We arrived back at the start, and realized that no one kicked the circle, in case latecomers arrived. Sorry Britta. As a side note, I have to say, I was feeling a little disappointed that Ididn't go skiing instead. I haven't been skiing this year yet, and I was planning to go last week, but had to cancel because of stupid work. I didn't feel so bad though, when Wank Gogh told me that he spoke with C.Naples, and that the weather was snowy, and windy, and the conditions were really not that great. Awww..., what a pity. After the run, the four of us were standing around the beer, and wondering if it was worth doing the down-downs. After all, we didn't really have a quorum, nor an RA, and all of us were hares, so we didn't want to give ourselves down-downs for not setting a run. We decided to form our circle at Giorgio's in the woods, around four pizzas, and some red wine. We soon found out that Giorgio's isn't Giorgio's anymore; it's Le Spora. (I also noticed a similar thing at the Pygmalion on Saturday). However, the Luxembourgish hostess was actually very friendly, and the menu looks quite good. Besides pizza, pasta, and other meat dishes, they have nachos, spareribs, and buffalo wings! I'll have to go back sometime soon.Well, next week, the HHH is in Gonderange, for some mushy peas at MushyPrick's place. On-on!
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