Ah, Birmingham!

Had an interesting time in this city. Arrived Monday and immediately
found myself on the wrong side of town (by Legion Field). I could tell
immediately that I needed to get back by UAB (University of Alabama
Birmingham), but the reaction I get from locals, I suppose I'm lucky I
didn't get shot... meh.
Anyways, crashed at a Motel 6 for the night, went to Sammy's
Gentleman's Club to pass the time, ended up talking to a stripper
named Heather (real name, don't remember the exotic stage name) for
the better part of an hour about her kids, the degree she's working on
(Veteran psychology) and watching a cat fight between another stripper
and a policeman's wife.
Much better expeerience than in Memphis. Yay. Who needs lap dances
over good 'ol convo? I mean, they're nice and all, but this was pretty
cool.
Today (Tuesday), I went up to the Vulcan statue that overlooks the
city, ate lunch at a local restaurant (Dreamland BBQ) and went to the
hash.
With probably the biggest group this year, the Vulcan H3 had a good,
4.5 mile trail with poorly laid flour up to the beer check and
excellently laid flour after. I'm not really sure what the hares were
after, but they gave a good mix of pavement (maybe a tad too much?)
and shiggy (no ticks this time, yay!). Ran us right past a lady golfer
who just may be showing up to a future hash (if I had anything to do
with it) and finished as an A to A.
I got in as FRB through some deductive luck over the last couple
checks and afterwards the GM/RA Beanie Weenie ran a tight ship on the
usual circle. Standard visitor hash songs for me (24 hrs and Mount You
) were hits as was Doggie's Meeting. Then they sent Hasher Christopher
off for naming.
Not being able to shut my mouth, I offered up a few suggestions
including the one that stuck: Wax On, Rubber Off (though Beanie's
suggestion of: Dude, Where's My Rubber? was genius).
Tonight I'm crashing at Children of the Porn's place (on the couch),
and an added bonus, Pumpt'kin has offered me her place to stay at in
Atlanta through the weekend! I hope to stop by Hugh Heifer and Cock
Block & Tackle's place tomorrow on my way to Atlanta to pick up a
robot chicken that apparantely needs to be returned to the Netherlands
(Hugh picked it up in Perth during Interhash).