Well, technically we were at the SOB dance competition, but you know what I mean.
Anyway, it had been quite a while since I’ve attended an SOB and it was a nice way to welcome Justin back to town. One of the raffle prizes I won was for a free night’s lodging at the Treasure Island Resort. Something I don’t personally need, but it gave me an idea. I’ve mentioned my support for a friend with five kids as my current charity project. I figured a day at the beach/pool is something they might enjoy. So I booked a room in her name and made their day. Which makes mine too. Funny how that works.
Yesterday morning we joined a group hike out to Castillejos (pronounced Cast-till-lay-hos, I’d been saying it wrong, although I guess as a reader you wouldn’t have known that). It’s about 10K west of Barretto.
And that’s about as far as we got. See, the thing about the non-Hash hikes is that we are more or less winging it. And sometimes the trail just doesn’t pan out. Once we were at the summit, the trail, such as it was, disappeared in the tall thatch grasses. After some discussion, we elected to retreat and retrace our steps back down the mountain. I really hate having to do that, but I was on board with the decision to do so. Just wasn’t worth the risk of getting lost. Or worse.
Anyway, we had somewhere to be after our hike. The Roadhouse bar in Castillejos (there, I pronounced it right that time). Yeah, we needed some beers, but this was also for a special event. Some of the Hash girls (Harriettes) have started a business making a liqueur beverage. So they have been going to various establishments giving out samples and selling their wares. They call their company “Creme De Crop”, which may not be grammatically correct, but what do I know?
But we weren’t quite done yet. Pubic Head mentioned another bar up the highway called The Goat Locker. It’s run by a retired Navy guy. And Goat Locker turns out to be Navy jargon for a galley on-board ship. You learn something new every day.
The Goat Locker was a small and friendly place and we enjoyed a couple more beers there. There Creme De Crop gals came down and sold the locals several more bottles of their concoction. A successful afternoon indeed!
And life goes ever onward. Until it doesn’t. Just gonna enjoy the ride while it lasts.
Well, you can rock it you can roll it
You can stop and you can stroll it at the hop
When the record starts spinnin’
You chalypso when you chicken at the hop
Do the dance sensation that is sweepin’ the nation at the hopAh, let’s go to the hop
Let’s go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let’s go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let’s go to the hop
Come on, let’s go to the hopWell, you can swing it you can groove it
You can really start to move it at the hop
Where the jockey is the smoothest
And the music is the coolest at the hop
All the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hopLet’s go!
Let’s go to the hop
Let’s go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let’s go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let’s go to the hop
So how were you pronouncing “Castillejos”? In proper Spanish, it would be “kahs-tee-YEY-hos” because the double-L in Spanish is equivalent to the “y” sound in the English word “yes.” E.g., La Jolla = “la hoya.” If the L’s are being pronounced the English way, then I’d venture that that’s a Texan (mis)pronunciation. But in cases like that, the proper pronunciation is whatever the proprietor says it is.
“Just under 6K” seems like a Hash-worthy distance to me, especially given the mountainous terrain.
Yeah, my original bad pronunciation was saying “Castille-hos”. Hey, a vestige of the Spanish colonial period and they say “Castille” in Spain, right? Anyone, I compounded my error by misrepresenting the correct way to pronounce Casillejos. I asked a Filipino to say the name slowly for me, and indeed, I heard the “yeh” of the double “L” in there. I’m on a roll with fuck-ups lately it seems…
Ah, gotcha. A “castillo” is a castle in Spanish. “Castille” is more of a French spelling.
Hago castillos en la arena .
I make castles in the sand.
Barely remembered from Spanish class.