A Hashy birthday | Long Time Gone

Surprise, I survived my final Hash in the sixties. Bring on the big seven-oh, biatch! Yesterday’s trail didn’t even necessitate shortcutting, although I did shave off a half a click or so by picking up the trail in Alta Vista instead of the starting point at the Bella Monte Hotel. We had one moderately difficult climb that included going up via a creek bed with running water, but once we got to the top, it was relatively smooth sailing on the familiar My Bitch trail. Well, except for the heavy rain that hit us about halfway through the journey. Oh well, I was wet with sweat by then anyway.

***The Hares this week were Fuck Buddy and Jiz Goblin.***

***Because of the threatening weather, the Hares primarily marked the trail with ribbon instead of powder.***

***That creek we traversed as part of the climb.***

***Leech My Nuggets was the first runner to pass us as we neared the end of the climb.***

***And he was followed by Anal Receptive.***

***The view from the summit of our climb.***

***Demolition Derby was the final Hasher to pass us by.***

***A view just before the rain found us.***

***Cums Alone brought her rain jacket. BF’s Wet Spot chose to bring a walking stick instead of an umbrella. So did I.***

***Cums Alone assists with the recognition for Get Your Rocks Off’s 69th run with the SBH3.***

***And then it was time to recognize the August birthdays in the Hash tradition.***

One of my least favorite Hash rituals, but at least it only happens once a year. I had the foresight, based on experience, to bring a change of clothes.

***My version of the Hash trail was just under 6K.***

The after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter followed, then home for some sleep in preparation for my final day of being 69.

It’s now May 2012 in the LTG archive journey, and in this post, I joined a union of bloggers calling out terrorist Bret Kimmberlin for his attempts to silence his critics. That was the only time I’ve heard of bloggers doing an organized response like this. Hopefully, it helped. Just checked Wikipedia and the asshole is still alive and one year older than me.

Today’s YouTube video from Smart Girl Philippines is full of tips I don’t need and can’t use. All I’ve got to do is ask. Still, she’s always fun to watch.

Let’s try these on for size:

***Reminds me of the culture shock I experienced when I moved from Arizona to Arkansas.***

Time to get on with my last day of being 69. Nothing exciting so far, shopping day and more prep for the big party tomorrow. I know there is some beer in my near future, just not sure where yet. I’ll be back tomorrow with some seventy-year-old perspectives.

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