We came. We saw. We marked the trail. We sat on the ice. Just a typical day in the life of a Hare with the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. I joined my counterparts (Pubic Head and Blow My Pipe) in laying the powder, paper, and chalk marks to guide our fellow Hashers on Run #1615. All who did the trail survived (as far as we know), and that is the primary indicator of success in my book. It was a short trail at a little under 5K but had a challenging climb up to Kalaklan Ridge and a steep down before ending at the On-Home held at Hasher Tung ‘n Gruve’s beachside residence. I didn’t receive any negative feedback on the trail, and a couple of Hashers were surprised that the fat old guy made that climb.
Yeah, about that. It was an ass-kicking up, but thankfully, it wasn’t a killer. Honestly, if I didn’t feel obligated to my fellow Hares, I would have turned around early and called it a day. I’m not sure what it is lately; I just don’t seem to have any energy or stamina. I fear it may be the vestiges of old age, and the only cure for that is one I’d prefer to avoid. We will see what the future brings. In the meantime, I’ll try and keep thinking positive thoughts, and hoping this too shall pass.
Another Hash in the books. It is always nice to live to tell about it.
Memories today include my kids enjoying life on the farm circa 1981:
Coincidentally, in today’s YouTube video, Reekay talks about the perils of dating crazy women. Now, Eun Oke’s craziness only manifested when she’d been drinking to excess, but sadly, that was pretty much all the time, at least when she was around me. I’d try to get her to slow down, but that would trigger an outburst. Finally, I had enough and walked away for good. For years afterward, even when I was living here in the PI, I’d get a video call on Messenger at three in the morning from my drunk ex. I eventually just stopped answering. Another example of there are worse things than being alone.
Today’s attempt at humor:
Not sure what’s on tap for the rest of my Tuesday, but it will likely involve some cold bottles of San Mig Zero. I’ll fill in the gaps tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy this clip from Deliverance. Who knew Joe Biden was such a talented banjo player back in the day?
My tree of the day was as dead as I was feeling
There’s a creepy, skeletal tree at about the Mile 21 mark on Skyline Drive that looks a bit like that one.
re: Eun Oke and crazy chicks
I’m glad you’ve finally found a good, solid chick and have stopped constantly picking the low-quality ones. Maybe there’s hope you’re becoming a better judge of character. Don’t lose this one!
Not sure if it is just me, but the picture of the Hash host on ice seems to have a weird filter to it. (Noticed it on other pics in previous posts also). Seems to be trying to be half artwork/half picture. :shrug
Re: crazy girlfriends. I guess that is why one night stands were invented. LOL
Brian, fellow Hasher Pubic Head (Scott), takes many of the Hash photos, including the one you mention. I’m not sure what that effect is, but I’ve also noticed it. I don’t think it showed in the pic, but Tung ‘n Gruve was soaking wet, having just washed off his Hash birthday cake with a swim in the bay.
Yes, many of my fellow expats are firm believers in the one-night stand modus operandi. As they are wont to say: “I don’t pay the girls for sex, I pay them to leave in the morning.”
Kev, Swan’s a keeper, that’s for sure. I’d wager I got lucky, not smarter. I’m gonna try hard not to fuck this one up.