Hashship Enterprise

That’s a photo from the LTG archives. As true now as ever. Especially when I’m the stupid one.

It wasn’t much of a Hash yesterday; there were only 24 Hashers in attendance, even fewer on the trail. I was one of the naysayers, of course, and did 5.5K my way. Swan shared in the fun, so I didn’t have to do it alone.

Stared out a portion of the My Bitch trail. Does that qualify as a double entendre?
It was laundry day down by the creek bed.
Swan says loose rocks under your feet are the worst. She may be right about that.
Getting tired going down.
A rustic dwelling.
Retired.
Dispensing lollipops along the way.
As you can see, there was a retreat involved—still, no regrets about avoiding the trail I didn’t take.
At the Circle, we honored Husky Fucker, the Miss Fralics contestant, with the Hashshit.
Cums Alone was recognized for her 77th run with the SBH3.
And we made Dripping Pussy a birthday cake.

It was run number #1701 for the Subic Bay Hash, and as promised, I stood up and made the following announcement:

Since the On-Home was at It Doesn’t Matter, there wasn’t far to go to get to the after-Hash gathering. I don’t know if it is Ozempic-related, but I’ve mastered the art of making a twelve-ounce bottle of San Miguel Light last me for thirty minutes. That reduces my consumption rate by three or four bottles over the course of a Hash. Progress!

In other news, Swan prepared her second batch of homemade birria tacos.

This batch of dipping sauce was much more to both our liking. The shells were a tad crispier this time, though.

And now I’ve moved on to the September 2018 LTG archives, and sure enough, I’m still posting about loves past and doubting my future prospects with Marissa. But at least I’ve come to acknowledge that just maybe I’m the problem.

Today’s YouTube video offers a rare positive take on tourism and expat life in the Philippines. He says tourism numbers are actually up, at least in the trendy hot spots. Barretto isn’t among those, of course, but the vibe here is that things are in decline. We’ll see what the future brings.

Here’s your daily dose of humor:

Maybe a different kind of hell awaits.
Whatever you say, dear.
You’ve got to be an old fuck like me to get this one. I STILL dream of Jeanie!

And with that, this post is over and done with. Roger that, Tony?

Reach for the stars!

2 thoughts on “Hashship Enterprise

  1. Remind me again, when does rainy season kick off in your neck of the woods? Is is June-ish?

    Re:Sept 2018 post
    The more things change, the more they stay the same. LOL. Life is always a series of compromises. Rare that the person you start dating is the same person later on. The joke is that the guy does not want the girl to change and the girl wants the guy to change but often, the opposite happens. But, it does sound like you are currently in a good place relationship wise. As the Rolling Stones sang,

    “You can’t always get what you want
    But if you try sometimes, well, you might find
    You get what you need”

  2. Brian, yes, usually the rains arrive in mid-to-late May. Not looking forward to it, but at least it is a break from the heat.

    Yep, sometimes even idiots like me get lucky. Ironically, I met Swan through Marissa, although we were just acquaintances until well after her long-time BF passed away. You never know what the future will bring.

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