PRINCETON HHH HASH #754.4


Date: January 16, 2000
Weather: Thorny
Venue: BumpsCounty
Set by: Speedbumps
Time: 0:49
Hashers: Hey Yo Paully, Juicy, Geezer, Discomfort,  Minor Minor Minor Tom,
RoJo, Alex Morgan, Squirrel Droppings, Pyroman,Tropical Depression, Tomoko,
LLLoda, Will Innis, Rambo, Schwaaa, WeePee



Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:


                        One for the Ages (Almost)!


        This hash had some really nice things at the start: Flesh-rending
thorns, extra sharp in this winter season, when every living thing competes
more vigorously for that sweet drop of blood, ravines that made the "great
cliff" of Hard Core VII look like the gentle slope that it was, and monster
highways, filled with brain-dead drivers fresh from the latest shopping
maul, all driving at maximum speed, and probably on both the phone and
controlled dangerous substances. Doesn't get a lot better than that. Too
bad it was so short.
        Most of the pack  survived the start only needing minor
transfusions, except for Rambo who was falling dangerously far behind. At
length, the spread out hounds were making their way through a wintry
forest, its floor nicely covered with melting permafrost, when who should
appear, but Diana, Queen of the Hunt, astride mighty Pegasus himself. Diana
seemed a trifle peeved at all the riffraff running through her woods and
responded with her renowned taste and delicacy, "You All Get the Fuck Outta
My Woods!"  Well some of us did, and some of us didn't, but Rambo, who was
last seen in fawning obeisance to Diana, later claimed to have not only
charmed the goddess, but even diverted her from pursuit with a sylvan
dalliance, to be discreet about it. Of course, no one believed the
self-described Love Kommando, and truth to tell, it was Pegasus who was
smiling afterward, not Diana.
        (Minor)3Tom took a hit from a branch near the end and lost a couple
of quarts of blood. Rehydration with beer was the suggested remedy.
        I append Rambo's account of the end of the end of the Apres.
Believe it if you will.


The sixteen of you who so conveniently drove off in haste as the cop car
pulled in to the On-In parking lot where only the Rambo-mobile remained a
stationary target for the officers of the law need to know.......


THE ///REST/// OF THE STORY


Single woman police officer from the Langhorne Sheriff's office.  What's
her opening line as she sees me naked from the waist down (semi-hidden
behind the Rambo-mobile) changing into long pants (even The Geezer refuses
to wear shorts these days... it's left to the Love Commando to uphold
certain standards...), shins, calves and thighs dripping in blood?


   " So, what's going on here ---- hares and hounds?"



I kid you not. That was her opening line!!!


I said "yes, this was the end-point, and the people you see rapidly
departing //en caravane// are heading back to the start".


She saw that the sweat-shirt I had changed into read "Hash House Harriers".
Non-chalantly she replied:


"Yeah, I was a hasher in Europe when I was in the service. Now I play rugby
for the Philly Women's Select team".



I kid you not!!!



Then she asked:  "So, there's a hash out here?"


I explained that I was a visitor from cHARLOTtesville, that there were both
Philly and of course, Hard Core Princeton hashes in the neighborhood. She
proceeded to regale me with anecdotes of road-tripping with her rugby team
to Virginia Beach and asked whether there was a hash down there that she
could visit on her next rugby road trip. I provide her a contact and she
bids me adieu.


YOU GUYS MISSED IT ALL!!!!!


Sincerely,
Your Scribe,
Rambo


        Proximate Next Hashes:


#755.4, Sunday, Jan 23, 2 pm, 87 Prospect, WE NEED A SETTER .


#756.4, Sunday, Jan 30, 2 pm, 87 Prospect, Solo sets.


_____________________________________________________
Maitland Jones, Jr.
Department of Chemistry,
Princeton University, Princeton, NJ 08544
Phone: 609 258-3909
FAX 609 258-2383
email: mjjr@chemvax.princeton.edu
homepage: http://www.princeton.edu/~mjjr