Date: May 30, 2007 Hare: Deli-Cut Psyche Hounds: Hand Solo, Safe Sweats, Born Dork, Hey Yo Paully, Pizza Flesh, Exploding Feet, and two virgins Virgins: Gabbie (a school/work/ mate of EF) and Moquoto (a room/mate of EF) [post-writeup note from EF: I'll make sure Gabby and Makoto (very close, HYP!) get the writeup. I suppose if Gabby is to hash again, we need to make sure early on that she can pass the not-easily-offended-by-paully test] Weather: Slightly humid 85 degrees in the sunshine, bareable 75 in the shade, actually cool walking back to the hare car apres the apres (at least my nipples were erect). Venue: colic beauty of Franklin Co. open spaces Time: 1 hour and 25 minutes (average of Solo Dial and Hare watch w/ a stranded deviant of 5 minutes) Trail: Typical Franklin Township Open Space set by Deli, complete with good mixture of woods vs. farm trail, and just enough asphalt to allow HYP to lead the pack most of the time (especially when he had to pass two horses and an insanely- barking dog within a cage inside an open-doored minivan... surely he wouldn't dare turnabout and face such dangers again, but alas, an Ohio-licensed car belonging to Deli... just continue on this way) and more of same. Then canal road and the canal. We're in the middle wondering if the trail ends here or do we have to swim it then HYP notes the culvert under the canal, we can walk underneath that but it goes down on a grotesque angle with snake & rat- ridden passages too dark to meet the eye so 4 swim over the canal (HYP, EF, BD, and M in that order). The four other hounds, who shall remain nameless took the haremobile to the on-in just when the 4 swimmers were ready for a wet T-shirt contest too! (that's what we get for her wearing white. Gabby, next time show your colors!). We brave 4 took note that the other end of the culvert showed about a foot-wide arch with a breathable height of 4 inches showing (would have been navigatable if nobody waded too roughly!) Further hashing meant soaking-wet shorts falling toward ankles so a quick strip&wring on the other side meant that I was ready for more marks. Too much home brew for my licking at the on-in, especially the effervescent New Jersey Triple Bock, which exploded in my mouth ... Gabby's words, not mine. Great CA cherries and Ginger-Os! Inluded in the beer selection were two Glutenless Kosher Honey Brews that weren 't likened too on Deli's last set (the Hopewell swollen creek set). They stil lwere not likened to, in fact, if you left them to sit by the creek, I bet they wouldn't even be lichened too. We learned from Solo that Kosher water meant that it was passed by a rabbi (one could just imagine the filter for that process). Virgins each actually almost named: 1) Gabby: she obtained a beautiful beer mustache after her down down. So much so that HYP and BD wrastled over naming her a) frothy lips and b) frosty lips, respectably, so much so that they decided to screw it (the naming that is, given their respective family situation(s) ). 2) Moquoto: One of three names rang a bell: a) truck-driver tan (but we couldn't tell if he was the driver or the passenger ... he obtained such body art on Jones Beach on Memorial Day, yes, Jones of Maitland fame); b) Quasi Moto (not shore on the spelling of his real name nor this prospective hashname, but it definitely rings a bell; or c) Commode Dragon (let's just say we have to wait until he excretes on trail {as most recently named hashers of his persuAsian are named in this manner}) The night in sum: 10 pounds of flour ... $2.99 2 pints of cherries from California ... $4.50 8-pack of various home brew ... $10.00 (time included) 12 pack of Yuengling ... $11.00 (tax included) Arriving home at 9:15 with all the lights out which means that my wife and child (both ex utero and in utero) are sound asleep, having placed all the leftovers neatly in the fridge and doing the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and outside grill, she even left the porch light on for me so I can get in easily, relaxing calmly after a canal swim, popping open the ice cold Yuengling left for me by the hare in my car since I decided to run to start, listening to the Phillies come back from a 4-0 deficit in the 9th against those pesky Arizona Diamondbacks sitting in my car looking at the full moon ... priceless Having my wife and 4-year old child come out in the dark to tell me I should not be drinking&driving, still observing the moon on the way back in, taking a piss out back but soaking the grill cover which was left out on the grass, slapping the bugs off of me as I slip my wet sock and shoes off under the porch light, viewing the leftovers were still out on the table for me to cleanup (or devour), wiping my ass and actually having mosquito larvae present, the Phillies losing 4-3 on a Ryan-Howard line-drive double play to shallow-right-center field (via the Ryan Howard shift) ... reality NEXT UP: Weepee sets the P'ton '07 REUNION HASH @ 11 a.m. @ 87 Prospect. Meet at 87 Prosepect @ 11 a.m. Depart to start promptly at 11:10. Since start is at 87 Prospect, just begin hashing at 11:10.