If you're reading this its for one of two reasons. One, you're at the hash and have no friends so you're in the corner reading this by yourself and want to find out who had sex at the last full moon hash because you obviously didn't. Two, you weren't at the last full moon hash and want to find out what happened while you weren't there, mainly who's doing who! In either case, keep reading you'll find out!

As the co-hare I can tell you that the trail was the perfect trail for those that wanted a nice Friday evening run and for those that wanted something to do while dreading the 20 mile marathon training run in Central Park the following morning. Fairly easy, short (honestly), and a good on-in at Dive 75. Well the fairly easy and short part didn't apply to FRB Bill who asked me earlier in the day if the trail was going to be short and if he should do the hash because he was doing the 20 miler the next morning. "No problem", I told him. "I'm doing the training run in the morning also and don't want to set a long trail. And besides, my co-hare Michele won't let me set a long trail." What I didn't take into consideration was the fact that Bill, being an FRB, would go for a 4 mile run in the park when he found a check on CPW. Bill forgot that the hares specifically stated at the start on Broadway and 96th, "All falses are marked, three and you're on, if you get to a check and run for 4 miles YOUR PROBABLY GOING THE WRONG DIRECTION!"

The rest of the pack, including FRB veteran Hardy, had no problem with the check and continued on with the rest of the trail which followed across from CPW to Riverside Park. The trail continued south through the park, out at 79th, over to Lincoln Center, and headed back north to Dive 75. No one seemed to have problems following the trail until they got to what was originally your basic check at the fountain in Lincoln Center. What it turned into was a check in the sense of, you had to "check" for the trail after the fucking rent-a-cops in Lincoln Center erased the marks. This brings us back to the adventures of FRB Bill. Bill, now well behind the course record pace of Hardy, got to Lincoln Center and with chalk in hand was admonished by Lincoln Centers finest, "Hey! What are you doing? This isn't a playground!" We should feel safe that the arts are in good hands!

Dive 75 served as a good on-in (you're allowed to say whatever you want if you do your own write-up) even though it was a Friday night. The bar never got too crowded and we got a nice deal (thanks to Michele's negotiating skills) on pints. The down-downs were conducted by......Full Moon Officer......anyone, anyone! If you can name a full moon officer you get a free drink at the next full moon hash! Fluffy, being the consummate hash officer, conducted the down-downs in the absence of anyone resembling a Full Moon officer. Down-Downs were given to the hares, civilians Brett, Ross, and Bahamonde, Trisha for having lost here puppy dog...err Lisa moving to California, and Allison because she's leaving to travel with a children's theatre. Allison doing children's theatre?!? Should be making its way to Lincoln Center in the near future! The usual pizza was served and was delivered at the exact instant everyone was hungry and ready to eat. (Again, if you write your own write-up you can say whatever you want and don't have to mention the fact that the pizza was about 40 minutes late!)

Finally, Bill strolled in about 20 minutes after Alice. His finally tally was about 8 miles in 90 minutes.

Oh, yeah! The part about who was having sex! Are you kidding! If you've got nothing better to do on a Friday night than hang out with bunch of other people with nothing better to do your chances of getting laid are pretty slim!

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