Quite an event yesterday in celebration of the SBH3 26th anniversary. 121 Hashers in attendance, the third largest gathering in the history of our group. Normal attendance is usually 30-40, so it was something to behold. Logistically it was a bit of a nightmare. We had the Hashmobile and two Jeepneys on hand for transportation, and that wasn’t enough so they had to make two trips. I got “lucky” and got on one of the first Jeeps, but it broke down a bit short of the trail, so I had to walk a little more at the beginning. I wound up shortcutting on the end, so I guess it all balanced out.
The on-home of course was packed and the line for the provided food (tacos and chili) was long. I wound up leaving before the circle was completed. I was in a pissy mood about something non-Hash related. Wound up hitting some bars and getting pretty damn drunk. Oh well, all the nights can’t be good ones I suppose.
Another Hash this afternoon, the Bundok. This one is for males only and promises to be a little, shall we say, spicier. We’ll see. Maybe it will help get me out of this piss poor mood.
I admire the Hasher esprit de corps. Quite a turnout, and quite a sense of history and heritage.
So are you saying you didn’t get ANY tacos or chili? Nothing at all? That bites. Sorry to hear it. Always frustrating when the food is near, yet so far…
No, I got to eat a soft and hard shell taco with a cup of chili. It’s just hard to accommodate so many people. Most places aren’t set up for it.
Yeah, there is definitely a Hash culture of sorts. I enjoy it for the most part, but I’m not a fanatic about it. 🙂