PRINCETON HHH HASH #844.4

Date: 9/2/2001
Weather: Butt'ful to the west
Venue: Washington Crossing State Park on the Jersey-side
Set by: Rojo
Time: 55 minutes
Hashers: Ouipee, Spankin' Private Ryan, Nonsensei, Lorenzo, 
Yellow Ball, Hand Solo, Wacko, Microwacko

And Then There Were Two

The last three weeks had been awfully good for Rojo.  Potential competition 
for the attention of male hashers had been methodically eliminated, starting 
with Juicy's exile to Hightstown with her betrothed, Llloda's sudden flight for 
Madrid, Discomfort's departure to England, and Uranus's last hash, set, and 
match before taking the Oregon Trail.  Yes, the hash ghetto was empty and so was 
Princeton, for that matter, leaving Rojo eagerly anticipating a variety of fall 
romps with her boytoys.

Only one fly remained in the ointment, and Rojo tried to rub her out in the 
woods of Washington Crossing.  It was a scheme that depended on certain 
assumptions about the participants.  The men were fit, except for Spankin', who 
would undoubtedly take the course of least resistance.  Nonsensei, on the other 
hand, would stubbornly pursue the FRBs, fall behind, become lost in Rojo's maze 
of endless forked trails and checkmarks, and be devoured by chipmunks and spiders.

And it almost worked.  Spurred by Rojo's encouraging appearances and fanny 
pats, Weepee, Yellow Ball, and Lorenzo on-on'ed through the rills and dells of 
the park; Wacko led Microwacko on his first hash (though not his first down-down), 
and SPR discovered a fascinating nature center before stumbling on the on-in 
accidentally minutes before the FRB's came trudging up the ridge. Nonsensei 
meanwhile was seen following Hand, and that guaranteed a long and tedious path 
to nowhere.

Surrounding by handsome sweating men, muscular fingers flipping off beercaps, 
Lorenzo rolling R's in all directions, Rojo beamed.  Nonsensei was nowhere to 
be seen. "My boys!" she exclaimed.  "I thought you'd never finish--and look!  
You're all sweaty and covered in webs.  Allow me . . ."   Just then, Nonsensei 
emerged from the woods with Solo.  "Damn! Nonsensei!" Rojo yelled, and then 
caught herself.  "We were so worried," the concern filling her voice. "What 
happened? We were just about to start looking for you, poor dears."
"Oh, not a problem, Hand and I have been having a fascinating discussion about 
his nihongo classes.  Say, are there any pork rinds?"  Rojo restrained an 
instinctive response, smiled sweetly, and regretted to herself that Nonsensei 
had not gotten what she deserved in beautiful Bucks County.  Next time . . .