PHHH #969.9 

Date: January 4, 2004

Place: Princeton Battlefield Park

Weather:  Interminable

Hare: Safe Sweats

Hounds:  Hey Yo! Paully, Speedbumps, Jimmy Ruck, Hand Solo, Weapoea, PTB (PTA+PTC), Dancin' Fool

Time: Let us know when it ends


This hash is the hash that started but never stopped. Speedbumps was the first casualty, 
heading back to PBP after half an hour without marks.  Hand Solo got as far as Province 
Line Road before taking the towpath back. For all we know the rest of the hounds are still 
out there, scouring Princeton Pike for marks.  If they're still running at 2pm Sun Jan 11 
we could have two concurrent PHHH hashes.

P.S. ========================================================================

I don't get it... one minute I was following HYP's bleating "on-on", and the 
next minute I was watching Solo disappearing up 206 to check out McCarter's 
spring season.  I did find PTC (for confused) endlessly circling the PBF 
parking lot, though, brushing up on his Princeton history.  Silly hasher... 
vultures don't drink beer!

on on!
bumps


P.P.S. ========================================================================

Safe Sweats gets mad props for doing the hash old-school.  When Jimmy Ruckfutgers 
and I returned to the start after spending half an hour looking for the next mark 
that led to the Province Line tall trees and swamp (Hey YO! Paully had to be 
directed to it by the hare), SS didn't drive us straight to the on-in for beer 
and apologies.  No, he dropped us off on the Pike where the trail resumed, with 
the encouraging words, "The others are about half an hour ahead of you."
Because Jimmy and I are fearless, skilled, and intrepid trespassers and stream 
crossers, we actually beat the pack to the Port Mercer Canal parking lot, which 
had every appearance of an on-in after 90 minutes.  But once again Safe Sweats 
worked the tough-love angle, pushing out of our comfort zone into another markless 
site by the Province Line housing project.  Only HYP's non-linear search algorithm 
led the rest of us to the on-in as darkness fell, where the hare soothed frayed 
nerves and fragile male egos with hot tamales, cold beer, and a festive 45 minutes 
under the streetlight talking guy talk.  Apologies?  To the remnants of the pack?  
Are you kidding?  No apologies, no whining, a shitty hash fer shur--All in all, a 
solid start to the New Year!

Weepee




Next Hashes:

#970.9 Sun Jan 11 2pm  Geezer sets 
#971.9 Sun Jan 18 2pm  ??? sets 
#972.9 Sun Jan 25 2pm  ??? sets