PHHH #1128.9
Date: Sunday, January 7, 2007
Place: Beech Woods Park

Weather: Sunny
Time: 1:30

Hare: Hand Solo
Hounds: Hey YO! Paully, Delicate Psyche, HIMZ, Keyless Entry, Full
Moon Smiling, Warren don'tyouhaveahashna meyet?, Quakenbush III,
Pyroman, Speedbumps, Oliver the Wonder Dog.

Newbies: 2 of them... 
1) Stan, stan the squirrel in his pants man. who had hashed once or twice before but 
not with us. He was very covert at 87 and we almost departed for the start when he went 
to his car to get what turned out to be a fox tail (or was he just happy to see us still 
there). He had a black T shirt on with a gazillion animal paw prints on the front and 
one huge Bigfoot track on the back. He cultivates, hoards, spawns, grows, eats, and 
sells mushrooms.
2) Spents (Spencer?), a sometimes Rumson hasher that is rumored to have ran with PHHH before.
When he introduced himself to me I thought he said "I'm Spent". 
I asked him why, did he just run here or something?" 



The Great Wall of South Brunswick

It couldn't be a good sign; Solo was drawing Chinese characters on the
pavement which the pack were dutifully ignoring. Hints? We don't
need no stinkin' hints! PO ? That's no checkmark, but it did draw
giggles from Full Moon Smiling, and prompted Warren to add his own
heiroglyphs. On on into the woods; marks were found on the backs of
trees, convincing several hounds that we were running it backwards. 
The trail grew increasingly swampy, reminiscent of rice paddies, but
smelling much worse. Oliver found some wonderful, aromatic things to
roll around in, and HIMZ and DP found a flaccid basketball which they
played with for the duration of the hash. A regroup of selzer and
Budweiser appeared, which was eagerly drunk in the absence of any real
beer.

It's a good thing that Solo showed up in the suburban wasteland to
help the hapless hounds, because flour apparently flows more freely
than chalk. Across Rt. 27 at the Great Wall Supermarket, Keyless
Entry shoplifted a cart of Full Moon Smiling. Moving right along, we
came upon the mysterious "PO", a photo-less op at the Ouipe Indian
restaraunt, then returned to the woods for more aromatic romping. We
thought it was here that we lost Paully, only to find out later that
he was setting up a tryst at the local McD's. DO NOT TELL JUICY! 
after trudging through some more tiresome suburbs, the hounds were
finally rewarded with Wasabi peas, assorted seaweed snacks, two
growlers of Triumph beer, and some unfinished Rolling Rock at Solo's
newly christened abode. 


Next week: PHHH#1129.9 Pyro and Bumps set the MLK day hash in da
'hood, 24 hours early!!!