PHHH #1008.9

Date: Sunday, September 26, 2004

Weather: Lawrentian

Location: Lawrenceville to Rosedale Park

Time: 1:40

Hare: Hey YO! Paully

Hounds: Homorerotic Tick Checking, Ouipee

Virgins and Rookies: Forrest the Double E grad student, Thuy

	Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies

This marked Paully's fifth hash of the year and it showed.  Cheap and nasty, like bad 
taste in plumbing supplies, never goes down well, and it was clear from the start where 
no one even noticed the lengthy false down to 206 that the hare was hoping that enough 
suckers would show to keep him from having to pay hash cash for the rest of the year.

So we got big sloppy marks, cutting off the last remains of the season's equinoctial 
photosynthesis from hapless blades of grass and leaves of ivy.  Pointless circular 
trails in ample suburban parks, leavened only the sight of Dr. Herschel Burstyn and his 
nuclear family, teaching the little one a future trade as bike messenger.  Pointless 
shiggy and beerless harechecks that any half-mind could have dodged; but with two 
rookies in tow, our half-minds averaged down somewhere under an eighth, given that we're 
talking about Weepee and another of PU's intrepid sophomore dorks.

Still, it was a good thing that even Weepee gave up on the prospect of visiting 18 
Stonehill for the on-in, that Forrest proved as energetically mindless as HTC, and 
eventually the pack staggered around and round the abandoned sharecropper housing in 
benighted Rosedale Park to find on-in leftovers almost as bad as two weeks earlier.

The on-in revealed that southern Ohio thinks Princeton and the rest of the tony suburbs 
of the Northeast corridor are as multicultural if not gender-demented as any Benetton 
billboard; that Twee sings, figuratively speaking, that is; and that she never met 
Richard Pashtun while working at the CDC in Atlanta, where she also hashed.

Will we ever see their like again?  Does a deer sit in the woods?