PRINCETON HHH HASH #932.2 Date: May 4, 2003 Weather: Turbid Venue: Wilderness area opposite Fackler Rd On-In: 42 Fackler Road Set: Geezer Time: 55 minutes Hashers: HYP, Hand Solo, Brian Bend it Like Geezer Which would you choose: Wine, women and song in sunny Princeton or vicious dogs, ooze, mud, swamp and decaying animal remains in the tick-infested swampland between Province Line Road and the canal? The three hounds who strangely enough chose the latter were instructed to look for a new mark - the Bent Wachspress Double Arrow which meant to run in an ill-defined arc in the direction of the arrow. Put enough of those marks together and you end up back where you started, which is what happened. Then the biggest challenge of all: writ large in the field were the words: 42 FACKLER Deciphering these words proved too much for Brian, despite the $35K per year tuition at the ivory tower. Veteran hounds translated the letters and the pack took off for said destination, invading the home of an innocent book editor and spouse. Naturally Brian was named "42 Fackler", a name fraught with possibilities of mis-spellings - future hash scribes beware. Our hosts heaved a sigh of relief when we left, spending the rest of their afternoon dealing with the ticks and empty Piels cans that we left in our wake. Next Hashes: #933.4 - Sun, May 11, 2pm 87 Prospect Lady MacBeth and Cpt. Lame-o set??? #934.4 - Sun, May 18, 2pm 87 Prospect BIV sets??? #935.4 - Sun, May 25, 2pm 87 Prospect Hand Solo sets #936.4 - WEDNESDAY, May 28 Tabletoes sets in Philadelphia??? And the second wave report: PHHH #932.2.1 Date: 5/5/2003 Venue: Fackler and Princeton Pike Weather: Shortsighted Time: 1 hour Set by: Geezer Hounds: Ouipee, Bjorn Dork, Captain Lame-O, Steve, Lady MacBeth Phoning It In "Hello, Mait? Yes, it's Mary! You'll never believe this, but Joe and I have had the most remarkable afternoon! Now, why do you think I'm calling you? That's right, with some of your little hashing charges! And would you believe this? Hardly a spot of blood or mud on the lot of them! No, of course they didn't follow your trail. Apparently they went looking for marks on this side of the pike, met some of that 'shiggy' you missed and even found a little park. Honestly, we've been here two months and we're still learning about the neighborhood! But then they found your trail in the field across the Pike, and a 'double check mark,' according that Weepee fellow. Well, that led them across the field to some more marks, and then Lady MacBeth, she's a clever girl, she found our address in big letters after they'd all run right past it! "Now, Mait, you can't call them morons for cutting off three miles of trails if the hare sets a tight loop . . . Why, I do believe you're the wanker here! [whoops of laughter] "Oh, goodness, let me see, Weepee and Lady MacBeth of course, and Born Dork, a Captain Lame-O, and . . . "Joe, who was that other student, the one without a name?" "Steve." "That's right, Steve, and they came straight up to the door as if they lived here! Of course we had beer and they had ticks, so we went to the deck. And do you know? It began to rain, so we all moved to the front porch and had a wonderful time! We've only been out here two months and Joe and I are still discovering how to use our new abode, and your hashers helped show us what a nice spot that is! "Oh, they were awfully well behaved, and that Dork kept apologizing every time he returned to get his keys or wallet. Not like that other group that appeared after dark. . . . I forgot to tell you? Yes, we'd just finished dinner when there was another knock on the door. And there were the four of the most bedraggled individuals I've ever seen--Mait, you look like the man in the white suit compared to them. Why, they seemed to have been swimming in mud and running through razor wire. Really, we couldn't invite them in, and the foulest looking one, this Cuban Assassin, he was quite testy, and the other fellow, the Zairean attorney general? He kept revving his Segway and spraying the windows with silt. We offered them the last Sam Adams, at which point the Cuban said something like, 'Geeve us the Stegmai-yerrs or the dwarf gets it.' "Well, Joe was not amused, you know how he is when something takes him from American Idol. The dwarf got it all right--you knew Joe was the leading goal kicker for Canberra City when he was guest editor for the Australian Academy? . . . Why, they're probably tracking the little man over Sydney as we speak! [Another whoop of laughter] "No, it wasn't a problem at allll. The whole episode was such an experience. . . .Yes, that's it exactly. Give our love to Susan, and we'll talk next week."