PHHH #1155.9

date 7/4/7

hare Nocturnal Nightmare aka "Nn" (formerly know as Chris Pilla - yes, 
     named tonight!---- finally!)

hounds Hey Yo Paully, Cliff Diver, Itemized Seduction, Delicate Physche, 
       Weepee.

venue Deercock Cuntry club estates of Westhampton, NJ (Exit 47 295)
aka ROJO TERRITORY!

time 0:58

We would have started sooner but an hasher that shall remain nameless 
never showed up at the PNC bank @ 546 and 206.

Terrain was as otherwise flooded wetland peaked with dry ridges of fairway 
and mediocrely sogged tributaries with several soft, lush greens with a 
hole in each (and a vivid yellow flag in each of these).

The set was totally in non-CFC spray chalk that was PURPLE.

highlight Paully makes a 55-foot putt using only his tippy-toe on a slight 
right to left breaking slope (Cliff Diver witnessed this and then missed a 
15-footer on the virtually the same line) 

At the apres, taking one from the book of Jesus Christ, the hare served the 
best wine last (Bercial Cabernet Sauvignon) which proved to be much better 
than the rancid 1998 Ballade Syrah Vin de Pape d'Oc (suitable only for ice 
cube trays). Miracualously, the Bercial came in a Purple Cork - just the 
shade of the spray-chalk - amazing!

Perfectly prepared boca, turkey, beef burgers and hot dogs were served with 
elegant trimmings.

The hare was named for a free standing deer feeder on trail dubbed the 
Nocturnal nightmare (Nn for short).

The hare had a girl in tote. She didn't help set, but she was nice to gawk 
at. His neighbor actually did help set, but he had a bit of a beer belly, 
not too big, but you couldn't help gawk at that either now and then. The 
girl, Alyssa, made a heart shaped cheese dip (needless to say, I broke her 
heart - when she realized I was taken, not when I was the first to dive into 
the dip).

Weepee brought a bunch of fireworks, some of which were too damp to set off, 
all of which were too smokey and close to the house for comfort (thank 
goodness for the rain!) DP spit fire like a pro, and also like a novis. 
Taking one from the book of Bill Clinton, thank goodness he didn't inhale.

Like a gentleman I laid down a throw rug to keep the hard-wood floor from 
getting doused. Unfortunately IS treated said rug as a close play @ home and 
was nailed at the plate.

The house was full of artifact, including a turn of the LP RCA Victorola and 
an upright cabinet temperature- controlled vino. Yes, a red-wine buzz is 
better than a beer buzz, especially on a full stomach.

I told you we named the hare Nn. Well, it was agreed upon that we could have 
equally named Alyssa "MMMMMmmmmm" . Could be the wine talking but I thought 
the same thing at 6:45 (by then I had then only had 2 beers, 2 rum punches, 
one chardonnay, and two red Freehold sangria (not Conestoga-Hard Core Hash 
sangria either!)).

All in all a wonderful evening. Home before midnight and no nasty note or 
flying roller pins!