Hares: Scott Gleason and Elaine Kerr

Start: 115^th and Broadway

On-In: The Gin Mill, 82^nd and Amsterdam

Scribe: Chris Troise

Welcome to the Annual Genital Meeting of the Full Moon Hash. Didn’t know the Full Moon had an AGM did you? Based on last year’s attendance some of you have forgotten that there was a Full Moon Hash in the first place! Well , read on – surprises await!

Check out the end of the write-up – you’ll find the start of a new Hash Hymnal with a few new down down songs we’ll be using. Now some of the words have more than one syllable so you might want to familiarize yourself with them before we start singing. If you have any problems, ask Ed Lynch or Rick before they toss a garbage can full of ice water on you. You can also ask Fluffy, he’s the new ChoirMeister after all. Fluffy – we did tell you you were going to be ChoirMeister, didn’t we?

Then there’s this new twist to hash cash – after some secret midnight negotiating sessions with Joint Masters from other Hashes around the world – you never met them so don’t try to figure out who – we’ve decided to try to implement the idea of keeping a log of who attends so that we can mark personal milestones. Fer instance, every 5^th hash maybe you’ll receive some personal attention of a beer nature. Or maybe there’ll be a once a year subsidized hash whereby your hash cash is reduced by a dollar per Full Moon you’ve attended. Yes, that means some people will get to drink for a very long time on very little money. Or maybe you’ll get a T-shirt or a mug or some other piece of crap (specify if you prefer the Princess Diana or the Elvis Presley commemorative versions). Notice that I said "try" to implement it – maybe it becomes a huge pain in the ass and we bag it.

Check out who’s TrailMaster – Back Seat Box. Now he’s an experienced hasher and he’s not going to take no bullshit about bad trails. If you find a Trail Infraction or Transgression on any hash you let him know and he’ll make sure to pass out a down-down to the offender. Maybe you thought it was poorly set. Or maybe you saw that a check went unmarked. But be warned that if he thinks you’re just being a puss then you’ll get the down-down instead. Bwahaha! Also, if you’ve succumbed to Kerry’s charms and agreed to set a trail and you don’t know what to do, then get in touch with him and he’ll sort you out. Now don’t underestimate Kerry’s powers of persuasion, just recall that she got Mike Murphy to move to Boston just because she likes the clam chowder.

So kick back and relax – we hope you enjoy the ride. Your stewardess will be around shortly to make sure you’re OK. Feel free to come up front and talk to the pilots.

On with the write-up …

The 1^st Annual Full Moon Flashlight Hash started off with a full day of snowing. Pretty much anyone with a brain found something else to do instead of hashing in what looked to be miserable weather. If you were one of those who stayed away, you really missed a good time. The promised sleet and rain never materialized so it was the first snow hash in a long time. Everyone had a great time acting like kids sliding and jumping around and throwing snowballs at Sucks After Dark.

The trail started at Columbia University where the first mark was in the Quad. Of course the first snow trail in years was marked in white flour! You can’t make stuff like this up. Sure there were some Silly String marks (one) but after that nothing but flour. There were no falses, and also no checks as nobody found a single check. From the Quad we ran over to Morningside Heights Park where we laid an ambush for Sucks After Dark, who was rude enough to run away from us thereby causing us to go off trail. In order to make sure the pack knew the general direction of where to go about half the hashers it seemed were told where the On-In was. So we never got too lost. Morningside Park has a lot of stairs in it and it was here the slipping and sliding started – I personally tried to run and slide right off the top of a staircase and land at the bottom, but my fat ass acted like a drag and I couldn’t get the lift I was looking for. Rick had no problem with this and was able to slide face first at will. Crofty found a discarded football and we started a running game of kicking and throwing it all through the park.

From there we went into Central Park via the northwest corner where we lost and then found trail 100 times. Since it was marked in flour any potential mark had to be personally tested to make sure it wasn’t some kid’s snowball. It was very pretty to see the park completely covered in new snow. We snaked our way down to the 80s and were ambushed by Ewa and Roy.

We made the On-In at The Gin Mill in about an hour which was really excellent considering the weather. Scott and Elaine were already up in the back area with pitchers of water and beer. Although everyone was wet from running through snow and jumping and horsing around, we were all warm. Down-downs were conducted by Jerry who was treated to a rousing chorus of "Horse’s Ass" for taking too long to do it. A special general down-down was called for everyone who went to the New Year’s Eve Hash Party. I think two people fell under this category. Civilians Michele and Crazy Bob turned up later on.

The food was pigeon wings and Quesadillas (From the Spanish: Que: what? Sadilla: the fuck?) We scarfed all of it down as fast as they could serve it to us.

The On-In lasted until 10 or so with the whole pack still there, then people started leaving until it was about 8 or 9 of us left. Around 11 we broke out the cards and started a game of "Asshole" which lasted until 2 in the morning. If you want to know the rules of the game that takes a minute to learn and three minutes to master, just ask one of the "Dashing Rogues" who will probably be playing it tonight.