PRINCETON HHH HASH #508.4 

Date: May 27, 1995
Weather: Twisted
Venue: Reunions
Time: ~1:15
Set By: Wacko
Hashers: Delay LLLama, Geezer,  Rojo, LRF, The Madam, Steve Smith, Solo, 
C-Man (currently Dallas H3), , Pushnermaybe (currently Summit H3, sort of),
8-Balls (currently SDH3). 
Visitors, Rookies: Kathy White, Callbox (San Diego H3), Marquis de Sade
(LAH3), Sherry Trifle (LAH3)

Descriptions, comments, polemics, and lies: To many anguished cries of
"booorrrring," we set out, yet again, on a Wacko-inspired tour of the
campus and environs. Small cue cards had been provided for our edification,
but we never really figured out what they meant. The LRF and The Geezer
were lost immediately and soon found themselves running the trail
backwards. Or was it? The rest of the pack, running "forwards," perhaps,
was encountered and a good 20 minutes was spent looping the campus
following Wacko's too dense marks. It's still not clear what was intended,
but eventually we exited this pale imitation of the famous Endless Loops of
Life, and set out for the grad college and Springdale Golf Course. Here
Wacko partially redeemed his earlier failures by setting straight out
across the fairways, forcing the pack to dodge many small white missiles
launched at them by the Green Pants Set. Indeed, the leisure class seemed
especially angry this morning, as they nursed their hangovers and exchanged
stock tips. "Excuse me," said one particularly obnoxious woman, as she
waived her golf bat menacingly, "but you don't belong here." The LRF did
his best Dr. No imitation, but groveling was of little avail, and we were
forced to run the gauntlet, ignominiously weaving our way from hole to
hole, losing the marks in our frantic search for survival amidst the flying
objects. "Hey, you'll get hit!" announced another Board Member, as he
prepared to fire into the pack. He seemed mystified when Kathy pointed out
that if he didn't hit the ball, it was unlikely that it would rendezvous
with any of our skulls.

At any rate, marks were a thing of the past and some of us made our
desultory way back to the start. It was beer time anyway. Unfortunately,
Your Beloved Scribe was among the wimp-outers, and cannot describe how the
remaining, more intrepid, runners finally made their way back. But then did
you really want to know? I didn't think so. 

Down downs to Wacko for general, not unexpected, incompetence, to the
Geezer for egregious whining, and to the visitors and rookies for existing.
When Wacko ran out of beer we adjourned to the Geezerheim where we set
about the usual reminiscing and lie-telling. That was fun.




OK, it's time to start Wednesday evening hashing: Let's begin with:

            #509.4 Wednesday, June 7, 6 pm,  followed by the first       
summer cookout at the Geezerheim.  Solo sets. Bring food! Bring beer! The
Geezer will provide some of each, but don't count on him, especially if you
have weird-o dietary needs.
             #510.4 Wednesday, June 14, 6 pm, 242 sets.
             #511.4  Wednesday, June 21, 6 pm, Trash Can sets
             #512.4 Wednesday, June 28, 6 pm, Toxic Waste sets