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- Full Moon #70, September 13, 2000
- Hares: Saab Story
- State College, PA--You know what I always say: "After 69 your always WET!"
(well... maybe you didn't know that). At any rate, the NVHHH Full Moon re-convened on a clear September night, after having completed a very satisfying FM 69 celebration in August. Saab Story volunteered to lay the grueling trail that lay ahead (head, who said head...) of us. We met at the appointed time at the Omega Bank at the Hills Plaza (BTW, where the hell is the Hills--oh yeah, that's right Wal-Mart killed them). Among those in attendance included the newly hitched Floppy and Tasha, the "been hitched for a while" Tu Tu and DO Beav, and the rest of us single losers who always fall into the "I want to get some, but am usually too drunk and stupid to get it up" crowd.
After the customary chalk talk, Saab Story took off on a live trail. The rest of us quickly surveyed the impending bar scene. The first thing we figured out was that the Omega Bank wasn't holding an open house or serving beer. So our next move was to head (there's that damn word again) out of the parking lot and over the hill towards the School House. Of course no one was on flour until we walked into the "B" at the door of the School House. Inside we found Saab, and the beer that we had thirsted for at the start. We spent enough time to listen to the 6 songs I played on the juke box, and then left for next check. At the KFC, the collective pack--still not following flour--made a wrong turn and headed towards the Ramada. No flour still, we then went back down Atherton towards the Ruby Tuesday's. Still no flour, we decided it would be best if we went back to the last spot of flour at the KFC. Once through the drive thru and up in the bushes, we were at the Autoport, were they were serving hash beer. Hot pretzels and cold beer were served here while we scared the hell out of the dinner patrons in the restaurant. After the Autoport, we started back down the street again, retracing our previous steps, but this time we were following flour. After a very cruel false at Ruby Tuesday's, and another cruel false at the pizza place, the pack decided that we would go back to the bank and get our cars and drive the 50 yards to the School House, regardless of whether the hare was there or not. Luckily for the hare, he was at the School House and declared that we were on-in.
Ceremonies ensued with everyone drinking a down-down. A couple of new names were passed out. YTBN Curt is now known as "Aunt Flo," because he only comes once a month (a smart hasher; he only attends the FM's). And YTBN Tim (more commonly referred to as "TIMMIE!!), was finally named "Echo, Echo". I think this stems from the fact that we said his name so many times that it sounded like an echo (or that may not be the story, but who the hell cares?) Needless to say, a lot of drinking and ribaldry ensued. Songs were sung, other customers stared, the hot bartender laughed and showed us her tits. Really, a very shitty hash.
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