And the thunder rolls

Yesterday’s Hash turned out to be something of a fiasco. But don’t blame the Hares! I stepped out of the shower around 2:30 and heard the tell-tale sound of thunder rumbling. And then the skies opened up. And it rained like something from another world. The lighting was directly overhead, punctuated with loud sonic booms. Damn it, I knew our trail was doomed.

I made my way to Johansson’s for the 3:30 scheduled start of the Hash and got soaked, despite carrying an umbrella. And this was the scene inside:

What the hell? I’ve never seen it flood like that after only an HOUR of rain! That’s how hard it was coming down.
One of our lovely gashes (can’t recall her Hash name at the moment) not letting the flood at Johansson’s get her down.

Everyone was standing around with a “now what do we do?” look on their faces and it seemed clear they were looking to the Hares for an answer. Thankfully, my partner in crime Pubic Head came up with a Plan B. We’d do a pub crawl! Almost everyone was satisfied with that solution and the few who weren’t decided to take off and walk on their own. Whatever works.

I did feel badly that we had several out-of-towners who traveled to Subic for the Hash. Again, the day had been completely sunny and nice right up until an hour before our scheduled start. Oh well, next time they need a Hare I’ve got a good unused trail ready to go!

Walking to our first bar of the crawl this was the state of the street. Again, you get this type of flooding after a day or two of rain, not 60 minutes worth. It was like a downpour and a deluge combined!
Our first stop was Blue Butterfly, the newest bar in town. The owner was thrilled to have an otherwise nearly empty place swarmed with Hashers…
After a quick stop at Dive In bar, we moved down to my favorite, Cheap Charlies…
Because our scheduled “on home” was under water, we did a last minute change to Hot Zone, the bar owned by our Grand Master, Humongously Infected Vagina (HIV).
The ice was delivered and set up…
…and in due course set upon.
The trail that should have been hiked in blue, versus what we did in pink
No good deed goes unpunished. When I Hare I pass out some goodies as compensation for the hassle caused to the locals when they have a kennel of Hashers walking through the yard…

True confession time: Maybe the rain was my fault after all. When we were marking trail Monday morning I came across this demonically possessed doll laying on the trail:

Just to be safe I put my stick through it’s evil heart. I guess the weather Gods didn’t approve. Sorry!

Oh by the way, the rain stopped completely at 4:00 p.m. but the damage was done. I guess it was a good thing the rain didn’t start at 4, or everyone would have been on top of the mountain dodging lightning bolts!

And so it goes.


The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

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