PRINCETON HHH HASH #568.4

Date: August 14, 1996
Weather: remote
Venue: Washington's Crossing
Time: 0:38 
Set By: The Gerbils are Sick and Dying
Hashers: The Delay LLLama, Geezer, TFM, Wacko, I'm SO Dirty, 242, Brian
Kraybill, Reluctant Breeder

Rookie: Rower #1, Rower #2 (aka Stan and Adam)

Descriptions, comments, polemics, and lies:  


                        Every Rookie Mistake

Loops into loops, sparce marks, final double crosses visible at the
start....what else is there to say? A typical rookie set. We ran almost all
of it backwards and it made no difference at all. The Gerbils that run this
fellow's brain haven't been fed in years and they are falling off their
tiny treadmills - they are certainly sick and dying. 

The Apres at the Geezers was a drag, so I dropped by the Belle Meade Inn in
the hope of encountering Zaire, reported to be missing somewhere in
Burundi. Wacko said he had intercepted him in London, but no one really
credited the claim, and there had been no word of our old hashing buddy
since the Cuban Assassin's message found impaled on the door to the
abandoned house in Rosedale Park. We were worried. But here he was, sitting
at his back room table, no worse for wear than usual. Jorge the waiter
yelped as the toe of Zaire's pointed Emu skin boot encountered his shin,
and he limped off towards the kitchen. "Goddamn Portugee bastard!" shrieked
Zaire, his voice rising toward an incoherent scream on the last syllable,
"bring my beer cold!" The unfortunate Jorge had committed the ultimate sin
of delivering a slightly warm Stegmaier.   "Ah hell," he said, "I'm really
disappointed. I thought Rojo was going to meet me in Bujumbura, and now I
find out she's off in goddam New Guinea looking for a kinda giant gourd for
the Geezer. What the hell kind of weirdo perversion is that? And what's
this business of Wacko saying he saw me at Heathrow? Does that feeble
minded idiot know what he's doing? Check the passenger lists for KAL 007,
Pan Am 103, and TWA 800. I'm on all of them; Wacko's playing with something
he knows nothing about when he screws around with airports and Zaire.
Dammit Jorge, bring me some Stegs!" Jorge hobbled out of the kitchen
carrying a silver bucket containing several Stegs on ice, which he set on
the table between us. This was trouble. No one but Zaire could drink this
stuff. My Blue Cross specifically didn't cover Stegmaier poisoning, and I
knew that Zaire wouldn't take it well if I refused to drink with him.

"Drink up, my friend," said Zaire in his usual ominous tone, "the night is
young and Jorge's got a million of these back there." I heard what seemed
to be an hysterical giggle coming from the kitchen. Jorge, no doubt. It was
at that moment that the Geezer walked in the door and saved me, When he saw
him, Zaire went berserk, apparently consumed by a jealous rage. "Take these
in your gourd!" screamed Zaire, as he hurled two Stegs at the startled
Geezer. I slipped out in the confusion, as the lights of the Belle Meade
Inn went out and sirens sounded in the distance. 


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