Red Dress Run

The site of the RDR is a colonial era British fort on the waterfront. About 400 registrants hung out drinking draft Tiger beer and admiring each others outfits. Then Nurse Rachet made his appearance. Looking stunning in high heels and custom made mini skirt draped over his ample frame, he looked like he walked straight off the set of "Priscilla Queen of the Desert". I`m surprised he didn`t get picked up for prostitution on trail. Trail proceeds around downtown Georgetown, with police escort no less, to the great amusement of the locals. I am wearing my gimme sarong wrapped just below my armpits. Why Not? finally ties it up right for me. Back at the on-in there is a lively, rowdy circle, then the tables are set for the 9 course dinner. Food keeps coming out, plate after plate, until my eyes glaze over. Then they bring out the shrimp. They are delicious but I am so full by that point that I can only eat one. The DJ is a hasher,KGB, and spins lots of hash appropriate songs, like "Lola" and "Rehab". During dinner we are treated to a cutural program featuring dancers in traditional outfits. Very nice. Then a belly dancing demonstation by a local "he-she".He is built a lot like me but is jiggling his belly fat like crazy.Scary.Prozac is there with Why Not? and I met her brother and sister hashers as well as her 2 grown children. They are all really nice. Tits Ahoy asks if I know Cum Union. I say of course and we comisserate that she married a non-hasher. I met some drunken Chinese hashers who are at the "I love you man" stage of drunkeness. The sihk hasher, Itchy Shirt, untucks his beard for me. Its down to his waist.Midnite rolls around and we are kicked out of the venue and pile into someones car for a ride to the on after at a local pub. After another hour of drinking and harriettes posing on the bar I am done.