PRINCETON HHH HASH #935.2
Date: Sun May 25, 2003
Weather: Solitary 
Ouipee and proud of it
Start: Plainsboro Bird Preserve, Scotts Corner Road 
Weather: Like Vienna's, only warmer 
Hare: Weepee 
Hounds: Ouipee, Huipy, Weapea, Hwypij, and variations on the theme 
Hound pretenders: Hey YO! Paully, Llloda, Dave "Manny, Moe, and Jack" Driscoll 

Being Ouipee Wachspressovich 

Hey YO! Paully came home to the cozy townhouse in Lawrenceville in a state of 
great agitation. 
"Why dear, what's wrong?" asked retired hasher Juicy, concern for the father of 
her imminent child crossing her brow like a thunderhead. 
Paully drained the bottle of Saranac Pale Ale and dropped it in the bin. 
"No one knew where the start was at 87 Prospect, so this student Dave and I 
printed the directions off his computer.  We got to the intersection of Dey and 
Scotts Corner in Plainsboro, but when I turned left . . . "  He paused, his face 
grimacing. 
"What, Paul, what?" 
"I don't know!  The next thing I knew, we were back at the intersection about to 
turn left again!  But Valerie, you're never going to believe this . . . Between 
the turn and the return. . . I was in Ouipee's head doing the hash!" 
"Oh, Paul, that's the silliest thing I've ever heard!" 
"It's true!  And there's more!  Ouipee thought he was turning into Wacko!  He had 
this bucket of flour, like the one Wacko used to use for setting, and he put a 
checkmark around a tree in the parking lot and curled around the Nature Center, 
just like in January only the other way.  Then he headed up the road, laid this 
really long false trail, and I could hear him thinking about how old and out of 
shape he felt and complaining about how heavy 15 pounds of flour is and feeling 
guilty about the length of the false because he wasn't the Delay Lllama. 
"He went to the nuclear football, went through some shiggy and swamp, crossed the 
access road, got to these fields where he laid some Wachspress double crosses, and 
got to the big construction site by Scudders Mill.  And when he went through this 
little grove of trees they kept to hide old farm debris, he began thinking about 
Wacko's puncture wound on my hash and he decided turn over some of the planks so 
no one would step on the nails. 
"When Weepee got out of the trees, he didn't know what time it was and began to 
worry that drivers would see him setting.  He staggered across this tilled field 
in these torn nylon pants and PHHH shirt, staggering just like Wacko.  Finally he 
marked "Beer Near" and finished through a field of nettles to an on-in the Park 
Security couldn't see from the road.  He had Yuengling and Rolling Rock ponies and 
wasabi peas and chips and salsa and cookies. . . Val, they were so real I could 
taste them!" 
"But Paul, you're not even wet or scratched." 
"I know.  And Dave and Llloda insist we just turned around at the intersection.  
I'm the only one that saw the hash--from inside the hare." 
"So, what are you saying? 
"Valerie, the hash is still out there.  The beer . . . is still out there." 
"Well, it's just going to have to wait until Wednesday, isn't it.  C'mon, time 
for Lamaze."