On On: Boya Oval
‘Twas a resplendent affair. Hashers donned their finest garb. There were stockings and dresses. Bosoms were pert and prominent. The women looked fine too.
So, yes, we were gathered to celebrate the wedding of Red Light and Red Dwarf, in the most Hashingest of ways. Beginning, as always, we had our run and walk. It was fine. Although now I realise why jackets and ties are seldom worn during competitive sports.
After the run, we had to hurry things along slightly faster than planned due to the threat of rain, so we huddled around the splendidly decorated table for photos, and then it was time for the ceremony. Celebrant of the day was Dripper, and he gave a warm and very Hashlike speech. The vows were exchanged and a ring was worn (literally one ring, that joined them together–I thought it was a knuckle-duster at first). Then was the the kissing…oh, the endless kissing! The happy couple almost turned blue from posing for all the photos (well, maybe not). Petals were thrown. Bubbles were blown. Boobs came popping out, splashing everywhere.
Finally, cake, and chips and nibblies (not to forget the rocky road!) came out, also join-celebrating Tickhead’s birthday. She barely looked a day over 39 and a half. (Edit: I mean “he”…bit of a Freudian slip there…although he did look quite fetchin.)