PHHH# 887.4 Date: June 26, 2002 Weather: man Venue: Herrontown Woods - Effross Bus Stop - Harrison St. - 37 Moran - 37 Murray Pl. Time: 1 hour 30 minutes Hare: The Weatherman Hounds: Discomfort, Wacko, Hey Yo! Paully, Hand Solo, Devjani Rookies: Oarlock Eric M. T. Den Besten, Oarlock Eric M. T. Den Besten's Friend Andy Dear Mom, Andy and I went hashing today. I was surfing the WEB and I found this odd subculture of individuals who appear to make up a worldwide organization (loosely speaking) of beer-drinking runners. I thought they all made up pseudonyms to remain anonymous so I invented the name "Oarlock" for myself and emailed a request to join them. Andy and I were warmly received, in retrospect it appears because they only have about 5 people showing up each week these days and they needed our $2. Seems your not allowed to make up your own hashname so I was greeted roundly with ridicule, which incidently appears to be the heartiest expression of kinship among this strange crew. The seven of us set off into Herrontown woods in Princeton at about 6:30pm, apparently after giving up on a bloke named We Pee. Andy and I were indoctrinated to the rules of hashing and told that we sadly missed out on the classic explanation supplied by the Princeton Hash's Grand Master, Maitland "Geezer" Jones, apparently some old dude who thinks he's a professor of Chemistry at Princeton and no one has the heart to tell him otherwise. Because of this we were unfortunate enough to actually understand what was going on so we had to help out. We wandered through the woods for about half an hour looking for small dots of flour and yelling "ON ON" and "CHECKING" alot, eventually emerging on a ball field where we saw the hare (the guy who set the course) with refreshments - Andy and I broke into a sprint to see who could get to the end first, and then noticed everyone laughing at us - turns out we were only about half way done - also turns out no one really cares who gets there first. The next half of the hash we spent running city streets looking for the Weatherman's house. Solo insisted it was 37 Morvin St. so when the trail passed 37 Moran St. we all accosted the residents insisting they give us beer. We realized something was amiss before the cops arrived. The true end was 37 Murray Place. Solo showed up about 1/2 an hour after the rest of us after having searched all over Princeton for Morvin St. I think I might actually try this hashing thing again. It wasn't fun, but I kind of feel sorry for them. Love, Eric NEXT HASHES: Is Anyone Going To Be Hashing Next Wednesday?!?!? IF SO - POST IT and SOLO will try to get Dancing Fool to set in Morrisville #888.4 - Wed. 7/03 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - Solo will get Dancing Fool to set in Morrisville or he will find someone else to set or die trying. #889.4 - Wed. 7/10 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - Pyroman sets #890.4 - Wed. 7/17 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - Nonsensei sets #891.4 - Wed. 7/24 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - Llloda sets #892.4 - Wed. 7/31 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - Solo sets #893.4 - Wed. 8/07 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - IBB/Wacko #894.4 - Wed. 8/14 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - IBB/Wacko #895.4 - Wed. 8/21 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - need a volunteer #896.4 - Wed. 8/28 - 6pm 87 Prospect - 6:30pm at Start - need a volunteer ===================================================================================== And this just in ... PHHH# 887.4.1 Date: June 26, 2002 Weather: Mannnn, it's disgusting Venue: Herrontown Woods - some obscure N. P'ton playground - N. Harrison St. - Valley Road - Walnut Street - Moore - 39 Humbert Time: 2 hour 10 minutes Hare: The Weatherman Hound: Weepee This was probably the worst 150th hash I've ever had. I set out from home at 6:30, trotting rapidly and then less so to the Herrontown Park entrance. Figuring the pack had probably left around 6:30 and that Weatherman might have laid a Hodgepodge binomial course around the start, I cried "R U" hopefully, but to no avail, and to no avail for the rest of the evening. Of course Weatherman has been praising running hashes since he returned, so I set off up several trails, ultimately looping back to the start when virtually no marks appeared and reluctantly realized that because of the weather, the hare thought setting a course at right angles to all trails through Grade 2 shiggy would be less taxing. Setting marks the size of a dime every 50 yards certainly was, and I jogged two steps and walked 20 for the next 45 minutes. Some time after working my way past the noxious teenagers with their motorbike at the cabin and after crossing the power line swordgrass for the third time, I came to a road, guessed correctly for the next three checks, followed the arrow across the soccer field, found three or four marks and . . . nada. The bastards didn't even leave a Cajun peanut, and so I jogged down N. Harrison Street crossed over to make my sorry, sweaty way home. Imagine my surprise at the mark on Walnut. Goddam, there's another one, he's taking them to Murray Place. . . so I headed south to the check #Q%*ing checkmark at the high school where I concluded whatever was left at the on-in could be no better than the Hersheyfoods York Peppermint I would have for dinner. Naturally I was too tired to sleep last night and too tired to do anything but write drivel like this. Wankers.