PRINCETON HHH HASH #720.4 Date: June 16, 1999 Weather: Booger-riffic Venue: Contes to Mountain Lakes Park (again) to Contes (again) Time: 70 minute-ish Set By: The Cuban Assasin Hashers: Rojo, Wacko, Juicy, RubberAllan, UranusWilliams, Shwaa, Tabletoes, Speedbumps, Pyro, Discomfort, Llloda, WeePee, Booger, IceBlueBalls, Hey Yo! Paully!, Catch and Release (formerly unofficially BubbaBoob), and there might be somebody else (NB Lesbian?) - it's been so long since this hash that I forgot but the Geezer says he has everyone in the database though so yell at him if you're not listed here and should be - I am just a humbly toed messenger Descriptions, Polemics, Lies: Been There, Done That - A Lesson in Cuban Redundant Geometry What has become of our Cuban hare? Not only does he attempt to inflict upon the PHHH another attempt at the yo-yo of incredibly mild annoyance, but he does so it in the exact same territory covered by the PHHH in 2 of the previous 3 hashes (all within a 2 1/2 week period). While not quite as redundant as last year's hounds who managed to set three hashes in a row over the closed Stony Brook bridge on Province Line Road (#663/4/5), this does seem to mark a new low point in the search for new territory, not to mention a resounding chorus of BOOOOORRRRINGS!!!!. Even the On-in was in the same location as Discomfort's police tunnel of love falsetrail hash of two weeks previous, and the Assasin even managed to use some of the same marks that Llloda and Rubber did when setting the reunions hash. Ohh the humanity. Although in a fitting tribute by the Assasin to our recently departed hasher with the Breck-girlian good looks, the pack was sent about 1/4 mile from the former abode on Valley Rd. of our beloved Joy to his Mother (he of the Breck-girlian good looks - actually I just like saying Breck-girlian and with his departure will now have fewer opportunities to do so - so Breck-girlian, Breck-girlian, Breck-girlian - doesn't have the same ring as sucking chest wound, but oh well). Ah yes the House of Joy, while only an afterthought compared to the luxurious digs of the House of Shih, nonetheless the site of several apres, including a memorable impromptu apres that was, until the aforementioned reunions, the last siting of the LRF. Ah - our beloved Joy and keeper of the sock - now gone off to the great big trees of the Pacific Northwest, swooned away by his beloved, she of the Salty lick. Joy's departure now leaves a gaping hole in the writing abilities of the PHHH - since he was one of the few PHHH hashers who actually knew how to write (unlike this scribe who manages to paw together words like a group of chimps on typewriters). As Joy noted on many an occasion "This whole literacy thing has gotten way out of hand - who needs it, its more worry than its worth." And again on a more recent occasion, "Besides, what use is this writing thing, it just leads to more work. Illiterates like the PHHH will probably still have me doing write-ups even after I leave." As we will, and they will likely be more accurate than the fiction that passes for write-ups on so many weeks. Joy, your first assignment, should you chose to accept it: Pyro's upcoming Hash. Which leads me back to this hash - what is there to say. Not much without saying the same thing over and over and over again, since most hashers found themselves caught on a trail of deceit and double cross arrows pointing back to each other in an endless loop of life, the universe and everything. A loop that managed to send two different halves of the pack in two different directions, and still manage to reconvene at the same point in the loop. Especially endearing at this point was watching WeePee traverse a lovely field in Sandy Duncanesque-Triscuit-like fashion. Somewhere along the line, Rojo ran into the Geezer, got caught hugging him by Tabletoes, and then she somehow managed to disappear, heading back to Contes to share a brew with the recently returned Booger from the Pacific depths of Djakarta or somewhere. Hmmm, lose a Joy, gain a Booger. What's the net loss/gain in this equation? Anyway, while Rojo enjoyed her mooched beers from the boys back at the pizza parlor, Wacko pointed out the shortest route back, only to be ignored by 4/5ths of the pack who preferred to run the long way, back around to the last discernable marks, where the Geeze awaited, chortling to himself, having been let in on the secret of the loop by the Cuban. So back we went along the hypotenuse of the rectangular loop the hash had traversed - the first A to B to C to D to the hypotenuse of A-C-D hash in PHHH history - to the aforementioned on-in, where more beer was provided than on a prior on-in occasion at the same spot - and then on to Contes where a delectable apres awaited with Rojo and Booger, our long lost Virginia cousin to rambo. Notable downdowns - the naming of Catch and Release (rather than the crowd favorite Buggaboob, but as has been noted on so many occasions - the crowd does not matter in our benevolent dictatorship - it sings or it doesn't to the geeze - so be it and stick it in your ear if you have any qualms about that).