I came, I walked. I lived. Mission accomplished! It was another hot day on the trail, and our “sane” group opted to bypass the three hill climbs the Hare had included. We still walked a tad over 6K, and that was plenty for my tired old lungs. There was an incline on the road near the end, and I needed to pause halfway up to catch my breath. Other than that, the hike went fine.
Unfortunately, there was some controversy at the Hash Circle. One of our On-Home venues overcharged the Hash to the tune of fifty beers. So, naturally, we crossed them off the list for future visits. Word got back to the owner that folks were talking about the ripoff, and he went livid, issuing threats of physical violence to members of the Hash. The Grand Master told the gathered Hashers about the threats, and one Hasher got very upset and said this was all an overreaction and blamed the Hash leaders for not handling the situation more discretely. Fine, he is welcome to that opinion, but he wouldn’t let it go and continued to rant and rave at the Grand Master. The Grand Master finally ordered him to leave. I don’t know if that means he has been permanently banned from the Hash or not. The venue owner in question did post an apology for the threats to the Hash Facebook page today.
After that incident, my buzz was pretty much chilled, so I left right away when the Circle was over. My neighbor had invited me to join him and some friends when I was finished with the Hash, so that’s what I did. It turned out to be an enjoyable gathering, and I’ll be reciprocating this Thursday at The Rite Spot.
And that’s the story of my day.
Down on Facebook’s memory lane, I posted this eleven years ago:
Four years ago, I was railing against the scamdemic with posts like these:
Here is a short two-minute video about China’s latest provocation against the Filipino people:
Okay, gonna go with some off-color humor today. Sorry in advance:
And now we are done. I’ll be back, just wait and see.
No shade to you, John, but I don’t understand how “social media envy” became a thing. Like, there’s billionaires in the world, multi-millionaires, people who live lives I can never hope to have for myself; I’m perpetually circling the drain of homelessness or minimum wage drudgery and I don’t really get bitter about it. I see people posting pictures of overseas holidays, new homes bought, happy families, paintball excursions in the Balkans, fun dates with beautiful girlfriends, premium PC rigs built etc. on Facebook or Instagram and I either just keep scrolling or think “well good for you.” Getting bent out of shape isn’t going to change the fact I have none of those things, and likely never will.
The plain fact of the matter is we don’t see the bad shit going on in people’s lives. Maybe I made some people envious by posting my Disney holiday pics last year, but they don’t know I’ve been near-homeless or that I need a few stiff drinks before approaching women or going out to buy groceries.
The venue owner in question did post an apology for the threats to the Hash Facebook page today.
Did he also refund what he’d overcharged?
…and one Hasher got very upset and said this was all an overreaction and blamed the Hash leaders for not handling the situation more discretely.
Spot the error!
We started in Alta Vista once again which makes things easy for me.
Spot the error!
And through the fields, we go.
Oh, noes! Spot the error!
The trail turns right and goes up a hill. We didn’t.
Do you plan out your shortcuts in advance, or do you make them up as you go along?
This is my favorite Hash venue—nice outdoor ambiance after a hot hike.
Unless they overcharge you. (Assuming this is the one that did that.)
Neighbor Davina served us some blackened salmon, which was amazingly good.
It does look good.
And now the jokes on me
I assume that was deliberate.
Aside from the controversy, it looks to have been a fine day.
On average, what is the turnout for the weekly Hash? (runners, sane group, etc.)
Brian, we usually get between 30 and 40 Hash attendees: 1/3 runners, 1/3 sane, and 1/3 socialites (who don’t do the trail).
Kevin, no, there has been no refund.
How’s this for a rewrite?…and one Hasher got very upset, said this was all an overreaction, and blamed the Hash leaders for not handling the situation more discreetly. (dropped an “and,” added some commas, and learned that discretely and discreetly have different meanings). The other two fuck ups: needed a comma, didn’t need a comma.
If the Hare shares the trail map beforehand, we plot our shortcuts in advance. Otherwise, we just modify as we go, provided we are familiar with the area (we usually are).
Nope, Smokes and Bottles always treats us right.
Yes, and now the joke’s on you!
Thompson, I don’t know. I just live and let live. I honestly don’t care how the rich spend their lives. I empathize with those in need and help when I can, but you can’t save everyone.