PRINCETON HHH HASH #732.4 Date: September 1, 1999 Weather: Sweaty and dark Time: 1 hour and 30 mins (2:15 for Paully who never reached the On In after losing the trail) Set by: Weepee Venue: 87 Prospect to Sarnoff Hashers: Rojo, Juicy, Uranus Williams, Llloda, Discomfort, Hand Solo, Tabletoes, Hey Yo! Where is Paully!, Tropical Depression Rookies: Tomoko Yokoi Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies: Executive Summary: Start time: 6:21 p.m., 87 Prospect St., facing West (according to Solo's watch and compass), still daylight. 10 hashers (gender breakdown: 6 women, 4 male). Noted by Rojo: "This just will not do. That's it, I'm running with Rumson." - commenting on the dearth of male hashers. 7:21 p.m. - entering the woods somewhere on the other side of Rt. 1, facing North by North East (approximated based on the direction of the rapidly setting sun). Noted by Solo: "It's about time for an on in." - commenting on the need for an on in On In: 7:51 p.m., facing South by South East (again according to Solo's compass), quite dark and amidst a voracious band of mosquitoes that somehow got into Llloda's pants. 9 hashers (6 women, 3 male). Noted by Uranus to Weepee: "I spit orange soda in your general direction." - commenting on the debacle of the past 90 minutes Unabridged Write-up: It was unbelievable when it happened once, at the first hash of this year (see Pyro's live hare of 694.4), and now even more astounding to have happened a second time in the same calendar year. Yes, the one thing that will annoy our Dominatrix more than ANYTHING on a hash - when more women hashers show up than male hashers (noting the Dominatrix's dictum that it is quantity not quality that's important). Maybe it's something about a live hare that brings out the women and scares away the men, maybe the men were resting up for Rojo's Labor Day of Love BBQ Hash and Slumber Party (and the wishful opportunity to glimpse the Dominatrix's boudoir and toenail polish collection), or maybe the men were scared off by the hare's sideshowish two dimensional body. Nonetheless, it's true hash fans, the women are gradually taking over the PHHH - in another 730 or so hashes like this one, the PHHH will have reached true gender parity. But that's a tall tale for another occasion. Instead, on this estrogen dominated run, Weepee set a live hare, which took him a reported 35 minutes to complete, false trails included, but that took the much, much, much slower, non-olympic marathon-pace running hashers a much longer hour and a half to complete. The course involved much traveled territory from 87 Prospect, past Palmer Stadium and the women's field hockey field (where at least one or two hashers stopped to watch practice for a few moments before continuing on to lose the trail below faculty rd). A jaunt down the dinky tracks, into the fields by the dinky, back onto the dinky tracks, across Rt. 1 and into an industrial park and construction site (where Paully reportedly lost the trail for good), through some actual shiggy and, "oooo mud" (not just mud, but "oooo mud" the footsucking likes of which has not been seen in these parts for ages). Finally the trail cut out onto Washington Rd, into Sarnoff, where marks disappeared. The hare then decided that rather than have the on in out in the middle of a delightful moonlit Sarnoff field, it would be better to host the finish in the midst of some dark, dank corporate bio-engineered misquito farm in the woods, where both Juicy and Llloda subsequently had their legs eaten to shreds by misquitoes the size of walnuts. After Uranus spat a dousing round of orange soda on Weepee, a mad dash for cars ensued and Weepee was left holding a box of beer that he must have been hoarding since he and Rambo set through Trenton. Overheard throughout the hash by several hashers to Rookie Tomoko: "Really, they're usually not this long - usually we only run for about an hour, no really."