To think that I've only just returned from Peru and I'm 
already contributing to the worthless dribble of PHHH. 
Pitiful. In any case, here's the writup  for 845.5.

Hasta Luego!

Nonsensei


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PHHH# 845.4
Date: September 9, 2001
Weather:  Hot and Steamy
Venue: Old Pond Road to Brendan's backyard off of Hutchinson Road 
(Washington Township)
Time: 1 HOUR and 20 Minutes (yes, you read that right!)
Set By: Spanking Private Ryan and Brendan Peppard
Hashers:  Rojo; Natural Born Lesbian; Marcia, Marcia, Marcia; 
Lorenzo, Excremental Earnings (is back!); Nonsensei


"What splendors I have seen and experienced," marveled  SPR as he 
threw off his plumed hat and wiped his brow.  "I must introduce the 
splendors of other hashing activities to the PHHH" -he muttered as 
he reflected on what he had seen in his travels.  "Hmmm.. should I 
introduce them to Beer Pong? Topless Boxing? Bawdy Songs? Circle 
Rituals? Hash marks other than flour marks?

He peered into his money sack and realized that his options were 
quite limited.  "Ah dammit, that Frou Frou in Paris was a 
daaaaaarling but  a real money drainer. He sighed, regained his 
demeanor and began plotting out his wondrous hash involving minimal 
financial investments. They would be: 1) 2 trails: a Turkey Trail 
(a brief 2 miler) and an Eagle Trail (a lengthier 6-7miler); 
2) an extra dollop of hashing hieroglyphic marks and 3) circles 
and singing at the end.  Ahh ....  he could see it already, the 
wondrous expression on Princeton hashers faces as they were exposed 
to this new enlightenment.

But alas, revolutionary turned into routine as he confronted his 
kind but dim-witted Princeton comrades on that Sunday afternoon.  
Not only could most of them figure out his loopy directions to the 
Start, but those who did show up had trouble making sense of the 
hash marks he grandly unveiled.   Apparently, most could only 
digest mono-alphabetical hash marks.

And much to his chagrin, they disregarded his two trails option 
fait accompli.  Left turn for a Turkey trail and Right turn for an 
Eagle Trail. In NORMAL hashes, he sniffed and wiped a tear from 
his eye, hashers pondered over which trail to take. It really 
required some executive decision-making about physical assessment 
and beer drinking conditions. . But these Princeton hashers 
resorted to their usual nonsensical logic-

He heard Rojo yelling  to the pack in outright manipulative 
terms: "Right is right because right is always right-so follow 
me!!"  He heard Nonsensei muttering "We took so many left turns 
to get to the damn start that we must take a right turn. Its all 
about directional harmony in the world"  And he looked upon NBL 
and Lorenzo with pitying eyes. These men couldn't distinguish 
between a Turkey or Eagle unless they ate it.

In any case, what confronted the hashers along the longer trail 
was an expanse of suburban concrete. Somewhat reminiscent of the 
NYC marathon or as others may say "just plain boring".  A brief 
reprieve was had at the end with some running through a bucolic 
creek and fields.

Ah yes and what happened at the On-in, you may ask? Drunken 
debauchery? Bawdy singing? Nah--- It was a mellow time with 
non-coercive singing of some hash ditties that lasted a total 
of 3-4 minutes (or less). There was something that looked like 
margaritas and Marcia, Marcia Marcia's ever-crumbling brownies. 
And then the pack walked off into the summer glow, feeling 
relieved that they were not asked to participate in Beer Pong.