Saturday night’s alright

Especially if you find yourself at the Rite Spot On The Roof. And I did.

I was ready for a break from the bar scene, so when beer o’clock rolled around, I got myself set up and ready for action at The Rite Spot. Part way into the evening, hiking buddy Erik messaged asking if The Rite Spot was open. I told him to come on by.

Open for (my) business
Here’s where I was rockin’
Equipment is all plugged in…mosquito zapper, music box, and a blow job machine
My other fan
Some things go without saying. Thanks again for the shirts, Kevin!
Kicked back and chillaxin’
The meatballs and sauce had been simmering in the crockpot all afternoon. (sorry for the weird angle of the photo)
Swan made some garlic bread
Spaghetti on the plate. It was damn good, if I do say so myself
Let’s eat!
The lights of the city

I’d call it a good day. Better than the day a couple of Hashers in Angeles experienced:

Reporting today’s(6/8/24) incident: Two Corona hashers were attacked today on trail by a rather crazy, angry Carabao at Porac. The first victim was Auto Fellatio. He suffered a gash to his leg and was transferred to Medical City after a rescue by other hashers.

The second victim, Low Libido (also now in Medical City Clark) was alone on trail and was attacked soon after. He has many wounds and is currently getting scans done for internal injuries and broken bones. His condition is stable, but serious.

Credit to the hashers who rescued the two victims. It was a difficult and dangerous rescue with some awesome team work.

Hoping for a fast recovery.

What a nightmare. I’ve never seen a crazy carabao up close and personal, but I give them all as wide a berth as possible when I encounter them during a hike. Usually, they are tied to a rope so I can stay out of range. One more thing to worry about on trail.

Meanwhile, China continues its provocations against the Philippines in the South China Sea. China is asshole. I’ll probably be killed for saying that when they invade.

To the humor attempts we go:

I assume that’s correct.
Just think of her as experienced.
I’ve never been a fan of the old dirt road.

I have my Sunday Hideaway feeding coming up, after which I’ll feed the Swan at John’s place. It’s good to be alive.

4 thoughts on “Saturday night’s alright

  1. Some nice pics, John, but it seems your guests aren’t drinking much. Are you trying to save money? Because extract is pretty cheap and comes in a wide variety of flavors suitable for any palate. Now before you complain, let me just assure you that extract isn’t that bad if you make a mixer. Drinking it neat…yeah, I would imagine that would be foul, but if you treat it like liquor and mix with soda, juice, or water, it’s actually a pretty darn decent drink. There is a certain amount of greasiness/oiliness though. With certain extracts like lemon I’m constantly wiping my lips after each drink. It’s a disconcerting feeling.

    Worst thing I’ve probably drank, in my adult career as a drunk, was a half-full beer that I didn’t realize was full of cigarette butts and phlegm. Wasn’t quite ready to head to the store that morning for a top up so lazily cast about the sea of empties on my desk, reckoning there must be a can or two with some beer in it to steady my nerves. Picked up a can that had some decent weight and thought yes! Brought it straight to my lips to shotgun…instant taste of ash-flavored beer and gobbets of phlegm flowing into my mouth.

  2. re: carabao

    A hearty “get well soon!” to Low Libido and Auto Fellatio.

    Carry a big, sharp knife and be ready to open the carabao’s throat if it insists on invading your space. Try to cut the thing’s carotid and jugular so it bleeds out fast, assuming you can pierce the leathery skin and saw through the tough internal tissue—tendons, blood vessels, trachea, etc. Or, you know, just run because you should never fuck with a large animal (and because it’s likely somebody’s property).

    I’m glad your time at the Rite Spot went well. Food looks good. That name, though… “rite spot” makes me think you’re performing human sacrifices up there on that roof.

    Meanwhile, please keep calm and try anal.

  3. Kev, those horns on most carabao are huge–it would be like bringing a knife to a swordfight. I doubt I could outrun one, either. They are usually on a rope, so it is your fault if you foolishly get within range. I’ll stay alert around them and hope for a better outcome than my fellow Hashers.

    Given your views on alcohol, an argument could be made that human sacrifices are indeed occurring at The Rite Spot.

    Nope, I’m gonna take my virgin ass to the grave, thank you very much!

  4. Thompson, that sounds like a nightmare experience. It’s another good reason to stick with unopened cans and to be a sipper, not a guzzler. Cigarettes are not good for you, whether inhaled or swallowed.

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