What says Easter better than beer and pizza? Sadly, not many hashers shared that sentiment, as the turnout for the Fluffy Extravaganza was less than spectacular. By 3:15, despite blue skies and a nearly ideal temperature for running, only about a dozen hashers dared show that not only did they not have a life, they also had no family. Fireman Bob audibly complained that there were no women at the event. Tiger's Woody appeared not to take offense, and was assured that she was woman enough to handle all the men present (considering who they were, it was damning with faint praise, at best). Shortly before the pack was sent off, Lipstick Leslie giggled up to the group, much to Bob's satisfaction.

Fluffy's instructions were perfunctory until he got to the usual "three and you're on" part. The third mark, he said, would be a chalk egg hidden somewhere on the trail, be it in a flower pot, tree or the pocket of a sleeping drunk. Further, he would not be handing out chalk, as that would be picked up along the way. "Hmmm," many in the crowd began to ponder, "the FRB's will be picking up the chalk? And do we really think they'll come back to pack mark the check? Will they pack mark at all? Better make sure to bring quarters." At least one former Boy Scout reached into his bag to take along chalk he always brings to hashes. Oh yeah, one last thing, falses are not marked. "Better make that two or three quarters." That would prove to be a false sense of security as Fluffy was unable to figure out the new hotline instructions.

The trail started west along Houston, then south into SoHo to the first check. Looking for two marks and a chalk egg, a difficult assignment under most circumstances, was rendered nearly impossible by the narrow sidewalks and Easter parade taking place in SoHo. The pack fanned out, and after several minutes of milling about without a sign of a single mark, began to consider sterner measures. One rump crew, who had espied marks on Lafayette while going to the start, headed off in that direction.

Meanwhile, Paul Ashlin discovered true trail, though not the egg, and proceeded on. Another hasher was dispatched back to the check. He got within a block, called on, saw Jesse come his way, set down a couple of pack marks (fortunately, he was the aforementioned Boy Scout), and then took after Paul. The second check was encountered south of Canal, and within minutes the rest of the pack (minus the rump crew who decided they'd rather cut off half the trail) joined in the search.

True trail was discovered by Jesse headed east. The trail proceeded north and east, eventually crossing back over Houston. After meandering and circling a bit, the trail ended blessedly early at Tom and Jerry's not far from the start.

Roy presided over the down downs, our other JM apparently having found a life (thank goodness the AGM is fast approaching). Fluffy did his for being the hare, and possibly another for the overly-frightening directions at the start. Josh and Rudy got one for believing the start to be at 4, for reasons best left undiscussed. Josh also left his hat on with predictable results. Patrick did one for following Fluffy from the start to the on-in (though there were those among the crowd who considered that to be acceptable hash behavior; why guess where the on-in is going to be when you can be certain of it?). Lipstick was awarded a down-down for cutting the sleeves and bottom off her hash shirt (here again, there were those in the crowd who believed that sort of behavior, particularly for Leslie, ought to be encouraged). Fluffy got the ears for being the hare on Easter. Finally, AOTW was awarded to Paul for not being able to negotiate the hotline, calling Roy to find the start, and still going to Astor Place (Now we see what happens when Joyce isn't around).

Fluffy provided copious quantities of chocolate eggs, lollipops and other assorted candies. Being the serious hasher he is, he decided that was enough food and devoted the rest of hash cash to an excellent supply of choice brews. This resulted in most hashers stumbling from the bar hours after they thought they would, wondering where they were, what time it was, and hoping they didn't have anything pressing at the office to attend to on Monday.