PHHH #994.9
Date: Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Weather: Peerless
Place: Lawrenceville and Dot Bomb field of broken dreams
Hare: Hey YO! Paully
Hounds: Geezer, Jan, Ouipee, Stigmata, Kathleen Coggeshall, Dan Waldbaum? the rookie,
Dancing Fool, Safe Sweats, Hand Solo
Seen at the on-in: Juicy, Bubbleboy
Time: 1:15

Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:

Pointless Idiotic Loop

Paully's neat, Philly Catholic school characters spelled it out, both for the tiresome
figure eight we followed in all directions from the post office parking lot because the
hare had ONLY a 40 minute start, and the rest of the route.  Twenty minutes later, we
broke through to the L'ville School for Aspiring Lacrosse Players, Geezer full of
invective for hares who should know better than to fuck around with the hounds when the
cars are still a stone's throw away.  Our esteemed grandmaster lost it when neither he,
Weepee, nor Jan could find the trail along the stream bed from the bridge over
Lawrenceville Canyon.  After 10 minutes Huipea figured it out, catching up with Jan
while Geezer stomped back in a black mood only to be rejuvenated by the second wave of
lite 'n' lively Mo' Bio students and Safe Sweats who got directions to the start by the
ever smiling and helpful Juicy via cell phone.
    After doing a nice job of navigating the hare's bouncing flour tennis ball, up and
down the climbing the tower, around the clouds of pesticide sprayed by one of L'ville's
organically minded planters, over the golf course's rusted fence spikes, the two hounds
were feeling pretty pleased with themselves, only to find that Hand, theoretically the
second wave but in all likelihood the third, was first to cooler with Dancing Fool.
There was no accounting for this, short of the metamathematical spells he and Jan have
been casting in accounting for the 1000th hash, or the lengthy R'n'R Hand has been
enjoying from his near brush with death by Equine ehrlichiosis, or complete impatience
with Paully's loop theory.  Not long after, the second wave burst through the underbrush
from a direction strongly suggesting that they'd started at Hopewell's gazebo, but in
boisterous spirits nonetheless.
    In fact, Juicy had to ask Stigmata and Kathleen to pipe down, for all their
merriment and laughter were unnerving Bubbleboy, who properly stayed inside.  It was
nonetheless reassuring to observe what appeared to be an effort to start acclimating him
to temperate climate after a year, for his parents have begun to let him look through
the screen door at the wider world, in this case scenes of depraved gluttony and over
exposure--courtesy of Safe Sweats, who promptly stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt to
do his Michael Moore impression--in the backyard, where the pack devoured everything
grill-blackened from asparagus to zucchini, with a stop at satay salmon, a fine ethnic
tabbouleh imported from far-off Hamilton, hotdogs, apple pie, and Kentucky Blue Grass
ice cream.

Next hash:
#995.9 Polish Twin C brings it on? Someone else does a write-up?