I got the Hashit, the Subic Hashit
For being stupid on trail today
I have to hold it until I pass it
Won't someone take my Hashit away
Drink it down, down, down, down
Here’s the delayed report on Monday’s Subic Hash. Leech My Nuggets was the Hare, and he is well known for both his challenging trails and the quality of his markings. One of the best Hares around, for sure. The trail began way out at the end of Rizal Extension and being the shortcutter that I am, I opted to leave from my house instead.
The blue x is where I joined the trail. The distance from my house to there was about the same, but I did avoid a steep down. I also bypassed the Black Rock climb. Still wound up with a solid 6.5K trail.A couple of runners passed by as I reached my junction with the trail, but I had to wait a bit for my slowpoke group to arrive.Fancy running into you here.An easy skip over the wetness.I see you hiding there, CarabaoDamn tree huggers. Wait, is that a knothole?We must be bananasYikes! That bridge looks more than a little dicey.Here I go! I wouldn’t normally even try that crossing, except it wasn’t high enough where the fall would hurt me. Getting wet was the worst outcome. And it was shaky, but I made it.Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.Other times you just want to keep your feet dry.The writing is on the wallWalk this way!The right way to go is left!A strolldown Govic highwayA look towards home (Alta Vista is on the hill to the right)Arriving at Smokes and Bottles, this week’s On-Home venueChillin’ with Pubic Head before the CircleTwo Hash virgins were defloweredAnd I got the Hashit
The Hashit is awarded each week by the person who received it the previous week. Buddy Fucker selected me for the “honor” this week. As the song at the beginning of this post implies, you get the Hashit for doing something stupid. My “crime” was booking Buddy Fucker into one of those crappy rooms at Orchid Inn in Angeles City. Guilty as charged!
So, your fellow Hashers pour some of their beer into the HashitThe song is sung and then you drink it down, down, down.
I will look forward to finding a suitable recipient next week.
After the Hash, I took a trike to It Doesn’t Matter for the gathering there.
And captured the beauty of the Hash Gash sitting nearby.
Not a bad day on trail!
Here’s today’s pun:
Sometimes the trailer is all you need to see.
I’d never heard this song before, but it has Hash in the title, and damn, it seems fitting for the Hashit recipient.
