Yep, another post about the Hash. COVID run #2 to be exact.
Twenty Hashers showed up at the designated location at the appointed time.
The trail itself was pretty short, but when you added in the getting there part it was about right. And we are off! Er, on. Make that On-On!Hello out there, Easter Mountain!What’s everybody looking at?Oh, I see. Just another beautiful day in Barrio Barretto.Moving on……and on.The old man’s house is a landmark on the My Bitch trail. Sadly, the old man who resided here died last year.An old man on My Bitch. Glady he is still with us. (Is it weird to talk about myself in the third person?)On-Home was once again at Derelict’s house near the end of Rizal Extension.A little socializing prior to the circle. Left to right: Anal Receptive, Cum Together, Blow My Pipe, and Fucking Old Man.The Grandmaster, H.I.V., and his assistant, Buddy Fucker.We initiated yet another virgin…We didn’t have our customary ice block this week, so us violaters didn’t suffer the pain of sitting on the ice.
And that was a few steps closer to getting back to some kind of normalcy. I think next week we’ll even order up some ice.
And so it goes. I’m having some folks over to the house tomorrow afternoon. Went out today to buy some stuff to accommodate guests. More on that next time.
I haven’t touched a dart in way too long, but this cracked me up anyway:
I really need to start practicing. I messaged the owner of Alley Cats today to ask about the rumors that the bar would not be reopening. She denied it, but did admit it’s been a struggle dealing with ongoing expenses and no income.
I’ll be back!
2 thoughts on “Marching on”
I’m actually surprised you don’t practice more darts at home.
Anyway, it looks to have been another good walk. Glad to see that the Hasher spirit hasn’t been defeated.
The old man’s shack looks as if it could be renovated into something much nicer. But I suspect that’ll never happen.
I’m just too unmotivated to carve out the hour for darts practice. I’ve got my routines…morning coffee with internet, dog walk, my morning walk, more internet, nap, afternoon walk, shower. Going to the bars was usually next up, so I guess there’s a gap to be filled. Now it’s Game of Thrones.
The old man’s place used to be a little nicer. A few months before he died the roof collapsed. Some people I assume were family came out and used the materials from the back half of the place to rebuild the front. And he just kept on doing what he always did…sitting there staring off into space. Maybe looking back on a lifetime of memories. Always made me sad but in true Filipino fashion he appeared accepting of his lot in life. I brought him cookies once shortly before he passed. Damn! I hope he wasn’t diabetic!
I’m actually surprised you don’t practice more darts at home.
Anyway, it looks to have been another good walk. Glad to see that the Hasher spirit hasn’t been defeated.
The old man’s shack looks as if it could be renovated into something much nicer. But I suspect that’ll never happen.
I’m just too unmotivated to carve out the hour for darts practice. I’ve got my routines…morning coffee with internet, dog walk, my morning walk, more internet, nap, afternoon walk, shower. Going to the bars was usually next up, so I guess there’s a gap to be filled. Now it’s Game of Thrones.
The old man’s place used to be a little nicer. A few months before he died the roof collapsed. Some people I assume were family came out and used the materials from the back half of the place to rebuild the front. And he just kept on doing what he always did…sitting there staring off into space. Maybe looking back on a lifetime of memories. Always made me sad but in true Filipino fashion he appeared accepting of his lot in life. I brought him cookies once shortly before he passed. Damn! I hope he wasn’t diabetic!